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Kyle

I yawned and blinked my eyes open. I saw Stan's shirt. I was confused then remembered what happened.

Omgomgomgomgomgomg!! But he also knows know and it's a bad thing. He's gonna have so many questions.. I thought.

"Good morning." I looked up to Stan's voice.

"Morning..." I croaked.

Gosh I gotta stop speaking. I thought feeling my throat fill with pain.

"Cmon, let's get up. I bet you're hungry." Stan softly pushed me off and sat up himself.

I watched as he held out a hand to help me up. I grabbed it, sat up, and with his help I stood up. My body felt it was gonna drop to the ground from the pain. Thankfully Stan didn't ask more about it.

I followed Stan to a large building, inside looked like a cafeteria. We walked up and grabbed our food and sat down at a table with Kenny, Butters, and the biggest, fattest person in the world. Cartman. 

I didn't feel like eating so I just looked down at the ground.

I heard them talking around me but I didn't feel like listening. Until Stan held my hand under the table. I felt myself blush.

"Kyle isn't depressed fatass!" I heard Stan say.

"Yea he is! Look how sad and emo he is." Cartman said.

I looked up and locked eyes with Cartman. I wasn't in the mood for this, I swear one more fatass comment and I won't hesitate to beat him up.

"See? He looks so dead. I bet he's weak now too!" Cartman laughed.

I stood up letting go of Stan's hand. I walked to Cartman and pulled him away by his ear. I saw people give us weird looks but I didn't care. I threw him up against a wall behind the building, away from cameras and people.

"Hey what the fuck Jew!" Cartman yelled.

"Say I'm depressed one more fucking time and I will destroy you." I stared at him.

Cartman didn't move but looked at me.

"What are you gonna do? The little depressed boy is gonna hurt me oh no!" Cartman laughed.

I punched Cartman and he fell away to the ground. I walked up to him and grabbed his hair pulling him up to look at me. I pressed my foot onto his stomach.

"Say it again. I fucking dare you." I said.

I felt my body suddenly get weak and I covered my mouth backing away from Cartman.

"You're not gotta beat me..?" Cartman looked confused.

"I win!" Cartman laughed.

I barely heard him. I fell onto my knees and held my mouth shut.

I heard Cartman run away in laughs. I fell onto my side and started coughing. Letting out muffled screams.

⚠️ WARNING: GORE ⚠️ (not to bad)

I felt my throat tighten as thorns pushed their way against it and out my mouth. 

I tried to sit up, to call for help. But I screamed as something tugged against my throat. I guessed it was a rose thorn.

I threw up. Stomach acid, rose buds, detached thorns, roses, petals, stems, etc. 

I leaned against the wall in pure pain. I coughed violently. 

My vision blurred as I felt myself pass out.

Someone grabbed my shoulder. Turned me around. It looked like.. Stan. Kenny and Butters were behind him.

I saw them talk but I couldn't hear. My ears rung.

They picked me up and I closed my eyes. I felt us running, I hoped not to any medical tent. I didn't want people to worry, nor did I want the surgery.

The next thing I knew. 

I was unconscious.


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