Stalker (Cryle)

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Warn: suicide. Also, this is not the end, two or more chapters left, because I like writing depressing shiz ^w^

Craig's POV
"Rise and shine super Craig!" My roommate shouted at my face. I just closed by eyes shut, hoping that it was just a bad dream, that I wasn't there in that stupid hospital, far away from my Kyle.

The past three years have been like this, suffering without hope. Every single day when I woke up, and every single night I wished that I wouldn't wake up tomorrow. But it didn't happen, kind, gracious death was far away from me, leaving me rot here, knowing that there's no chance for things to get better. There wasn't any that I could do, my beloved Kyle was away from me, maybe it will stay like this forever.

With each day, very slowly, I started to forget what his face looked like, what his voice sounded like. What if I'll completely forget him? I got scared by this thought. Losing him physically was already bad, but losing my memories of him...then he would disappear forever.

I didn't know how long will I stay here, I'll probably never leave from this hospital, but that's not what I mean by here. I meant living, what it the point of a life with no meaning? Back then at least I had hope to find something that was worth living for, but I've found it, and now it's taken away from me. And I know that there's nothing that can replace Kyle, so what is the point of living anymore?

"Yo-hoo! The earth is calling Craig Trucker." My roommate waved his hands in front of my face to get my attention. He wasn't a bad guy, I didn't have any specific reason to hate him. I think his name was Butters or something. He was abused at home as a child by his parents. And on top of that, he got hit by a car a few years ago, which made the things in his head even more fucked up. Most of the he's talking about pointless things, like plants or cats, but I don't think he's actually got an interest in those things. I think he just wants to talk, because he doesn't want to be left alone with his thoughts.

"If we'll miss breakfast because of you then I'm gonna be very mad. So for the last time, please get up!" Butters yelled at my face for one more time. I didn't want to listen to his annoying voice anymore so I just sat up on my bed. "Finally, now come on. Breakfast is almost over." He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of bed.

We stepped out of the room and made our way to the bathroom. The patients had to share one big bathroom, they said this way, it'll be easier to make sure we aren't doing anything wrong. I hated the thought of having to shower with other people. I couldn't get used to it, even after three years, I still hate it.

We were the only ones in the bathroom, everyone else had probably already taken a shower. Butters must've noticed too. "Agh! The others have all taken a shower, why are we the only ones so slow? This is all your fault, super Craig!" I personally didn't mind, I like being alone. If only this annoying guys wouldn't be here...

I'm starting to think Butters is the reason that I haven't ended it all...yet. Not because I like him, I can't stand him to be honest. But, somehow, he is a living example of not giving up. By that, I mean, he had it way worse than I did, but he's still here. Of course it's partially because of the car crash, he can't really remember anything from his childhood, but I think it's not just the accident that's playing a part in this. You see, he always looks at the bright side of things, I've never seen him cry a single time. He's hyped for any boring activity that the therapists make us do here, somehow he finds something interesting in everything. Too bad I'm not like him...

"Hey, you've been standing under that shower for decades! For the last time, I don't wanna miss breakfast!" I felt Butters drag me away from the shower. I liked taking long showers, the cold water cleaned my head.