A Mistake | [ Kenny x New Kid] Fanfic

Chapter 8

•—Time Skip of 3 Months—•
—Kenny—

It's been three months since Kid confessed to me. After about a week of avoiding him he started to hang out with me again. A feeling of relief had washed over me seeing he isn't going to run from me, but he isn't the exact same. He doesn't make as many expressions in front of me anymore. His eyes don't speak the way they used too ether. It's as if he built a wall between us and has no intentions of tearing it down.

It's now summer and the snow is starting to melt. Schools almost out and the excitement of summer makes me inpatient. "How much longer till schools out?!!!" "Five days and a lunch with three periods after." I turn to Kyle who is writing the notes down for class. "Oh... Right." I pull the new porn mag from my bag and starts to read it hoping for time to go by faster.

•—Time Skip—•

I sit down at the table next to New Kid with everyone. Cartman and Kyle were fighting, Stan was eating, Token was talking to Clyde in a discreet flirting way, Craig and Tweek were openly flirting, and New Kid was just sitting with the same expression he has everyday. "Hey guys." Everyone turns to me and says hey before going back to there own things. I decide to talk to the new kid about some of my magazines.

"Hey New Kid! Which one do you like? I show him one of my porn magazines under the table and he looks down but doesn't have any different of a reaction then he does to anything. I start to go through it with him watching me do it. After a little while my stomachs growls. "Aw dang it."

The Kid looks at me and decides to give me his hardly touched lunch. "You sure?" I doesn't react but takes the magazine from me and closes it. He then stands up and puts it on the seat and leaves to the bathroom. "Hm. Thanks for the free meal!" I start to eat and finish off Kid's soda.

•—Time Skip—•

I lay me head down on my arms and look out the window trying to ignore the boring lecture we were having when I hear a pencil fall and role over to me. I pick it up and see it's from Kid. He reaches out for it and I hand it to him and I notice that his cyan sleeves hoodie has red stains around his wrist. He takes his pencil and goes back to taking notes.

A bit worried I write a note and pass it to him. 'You ok?' He scribbles something and hands it back to me. 'I'm fine. Don't worry Ken.' I lean back in my seat and look over at Kid and  see the red spots on his hoody slowly growing and I can't help but just watch.

The bell rings saying schools out and the wrist area of his hoodie is completely red now. I walk up to him and walk with him as we go to our lockers. "Are you ok?" He turns to me and his face doesn't tell me anything. He nods and takes his stuff out from his locker and leaves. I get my stuff and start to follow him.

As we approach his house a window explodes and sobbing is heard. He runs in with me following not to far behind. As we enter the house we see his mom on the floor. The room around her is trashed and she's clearly drunk. She's had a drinking problem since her husband went missing back in the fourth grade. Kid soon enough grabs my arm gently and goes upstairs to his room. He closes the door and locks it behind us.

"Hey shouldn't you be helping her?" His back stiffens a bit but he shakes his head. When making sure the doors safe and closed he sits at his desk and starts the homework we were assigned. I just sit on the floor and look around and see how his room hasn't changed at all since the fourth grade. The only difference is that it is a bit messy and some new books are on his shelf.

"So what was that about?" He continues his homework and doesn't respond to my question. "Any ideas why your sleeves are turning red?" His back stiffens a bit and he looks down at his sleeves. Hesitantly he shrugs as if he doesn't know why and goes back to his homework. "Bull shit." I walk up to him and forcefully grab his arm and pull his sleeve up. To my dismay his arm is covered in scars and fresh cuts that are still oozing blood.

I pull his other sleeve to reveal the same scene. I never thought of Kid to be the kind of person to cut. I've never imagined someone so close to me could be doing this and me not notice at all. I never thought he was this closed off from me.

His arm is covered from his elbow down in cut scars. Some have scans on them while others still bleed, but what shocked me the most wasn't what was with the bunch. The most surprising and horrific one was what was written on the back of his hand. In jagged cuts and clearly is being recut is the words 'friends'.

I look up with a worried filled expressing and see his hazel eyes. They don't show any emotion. They only show the wall that he built up between us. The wall that hides his everything. "Why did you do this?"

That's all I can say since my throat has dried up. He slowly takes his arms away from me and starts to wrap them up as if he's done this a million times. Slowly my worry changes into frustration. I want to know why he's doing this but he isn't answering the dang question.

"Why did you do this?!" I'm louder this time. He turns to me after bandaging his arms and looks me rad in the eye. There cold and have no emotion as he says words that make me realize this didn't just start.

"It shuts the voices up."

Kid stands up and slowly leaves the room. He doesn't take his guitar with him and just leaves me here. I hear some more crashes from down stairs and some screaming before I look out the window and see that Kid has left. He's walking away from the house, blood falling from his head, probably from the crashes I just heard. Fast a since of dread fills me and I grab my backpack and jump out his window.

But with I sudden jerk instead of landing o my feet like normal. My foot gets caught on the window seal causing me to land on my head, killing me.

Waking up the next morning alive again I start to feel panicked of what Kid might have done in the time I was dead. Quickly I put my parka on and run out the house with my phone. I quickly call Craig.