Can we die clean and pretty

2. Banging

KYLE'S POV
I think there's seriously nothing left for me.
I've been laying in my bed all morning with nothing but disgust for myself.
Even if I do need to rest, I still feel lazy doing so.
I shouldn't be resting.

I need to be productive, because if I don't I'll never make it in life. I'll never escape this hellhole if I lay around like this any longer.

NO ONE'S POV
Kyle sat up in his bed, groaning from the pain in his body. His head banged with ache.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
He managed to tumble out and sit at his desk. Where sat his regular items. His sketch book, his math text book, and his half empty water bottle.

'Since I can't be at school, I'll study as hard as possible.' he thought.

But there was another thing that ached hardest.
His stomach.
It felt empty and like it was practically inverting inside itself.
But Kyle had told himself that it was nothing. That pain is beauty, and if he wanted to be a Cartman, he could go to the fridge.

Not sounding tempting, he opened the water bottle with hesitation and chugged it.

'It's time to work.'
'I'll work for myself.'