The healing process~Kyman-Currently being updated

Gone

I went home that night with an unsettling feeling in my stomach. I thought I'd never get to bed, but surprisingly, I went bed fairly easy. It didn't matter in the long run though.

I was shaken awake, in the dead middle of the night, by my mom. She was yelling incoherent nonsense. Well, it sounded like so, but that may have been because I wasn't exactly awake yet. My brain was still a little fuzzy.

"What's going on?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. My mom grabbed my shoulders and said,

"Eric's gone!"

I didn't need time to wake up after the words left her lips. I sprung out of bed and started asking as many questions as I could. She didn't know the answer to any of them, but she told me that my friends were waiting downstairs so we could look for him. I quickly glided down the steps and turned on the living room light to see Stan pacing around the living room, Kenny calling up people to ask if they've seen him, and Butters rubbing his knuckles together, worried. When they heard me come down, they crowded around me and bombarded me with questions, since Stan saw me go to Cartman's before he left. I didn't hear a word, but I knew what they saying.

"I don't know where he is!" I yelled.

They moved away from me and continued to think about where on Earth he could be. I sniffled and felt hot tears stream down my face. I should've have left him alone. I knew something was off. I knew something was wrong, and I went home anyways. Don't I ever learn? I felt myself being pulled into an embrace and saw Stan. He welcomed me into his arms and comforted me as I calmed down.

"It's my fault Stan. I knew something was up, but I left anyways. He's probably dead somewhere, and it's all my fault."

"Shhhh, It's not your fault Kyle. Anyone could've made that mistake. Also, don't think like that. Cartman's not dead. We'll find him."

Stan held me for a few more second, then a gasp erupted from the room. We all turned to the noise, and saw Kenny with his eyes wide and brows curved worriedly.

"Guys." he said simply, then he showed his phone screen to all us three. On the screen was Cartman's latest Tweet. It read 'I'm done. Bye'. That's it. That was all. No explanation, no hints, nothing.

I was out the door before anyone could stop me. I didn't want them to stop me. I need to find him. I need him. No matter how much he gets on my nerves, or makes my face flush red with anger, he's important to me. He matters, he always has. Whether I wanted to admit it, I cared about him. He matters to me. He's a big part of my life, and I can't imagine being without him again. I'm afraid no one will ever get on my nerves as much as he does. I'll never feel the warmth of him body against mine. Never hear his taunting laugh, or see his smug smile. Never feel his strong glare ring deep within me, making my knees weak.

God, I need to find him. No matter what it takes, I'll find him. I'm not giving up on him.

I ran all around town. Everywhere. Every alley, every building, every place I could think of. Nothing. Not even a fingerprint. I never stopped running though. My head hurt from both the cold and how much stamina I was using, but I never stopped. All I could think about was Cartman's corpse lying somewhere, lifeless, and that made my legs move without my permission. Tears streamed freely, and I didn't even bother wiping them. The wind was doing that for me already. I decided to check the poor part of town, a.k.a. the old Sodosopa. After what felt like years, I spotted something at the top of the building. It was a silhouette of something.

or someone.

"Cartman!". I screamed at the top of my lungs. My voice shook and cracked with that one word, but Cartman didn't move. He stay at the top, staring down at the ground below him. I need to get to him. Stop him. Convince him to come down with me. What could I say? It doesn't matter what I say, I just need to make him come down safely with me. Hold him in my arms again.