Second oneshot book

Hear.~Style. (South Park.)

Hello everyone. I tried. I try. But I lost a battle and now I, the battlefield, am a massive mess.
Warnings: Cursing, not too major characters death and underage drinking. Also, an AU where Stan has a developing hearing problem.... do not ask why I'm so random.
Ages: 17 both.
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Stan's POV.

"Hey Stan," he says, happily.

I smile at him, taking his hand. He blushes a little, something he never did before him and I started dating. It's fine, I guess, he is awesome anyway. I didn't fall in love with him for how he does these things.

"How's your hearing then?" He asks.

I shrug.

"Fine, I would presume, I hear, that's enough," I say.

I'm really into music... and some day I will turn deaf... I don't know how to even deal with that fact most of the time. Seriously, a 17 years old boy has stronger hearing aids then some 80 years old men. And eventually, it'll go full circle. Some 90 years old will get these and enjoy their hearing for a while longer while I wonder this world with no ability to hear what these people are saying... personally, it's a terrifying reality.

And I so want to get rid of it. I wanna be able to do music, I would give my sight for my hearing. I'd give the other four to have hearing. I could survive a blind man that can't feel anything.... someway, I would make due with that. But hearing loss? Not so much, sadly.

And that's exactly why he's so important to me, he's the only person keeping me from cutting it off as a whole. But if I told him that, he'd drag me to therapy. I don't exactly have a way to be cured. As long as the loud ringing in my ears or the horrific reality won't go away, my problem won't either. It'll just be worse when I don't hear the ringing because then I don't hear anything.

"I have to go! See you later? At your house?" He asks.

I nod, smiling slightly. He kisses my cheek and moves on.

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The bottle upon my lips, I continue to try getting the liquid down though I haven't gotten the ones I drank before fully down either. My hands are shaking, it's normal, I have naturally shaky hands. I'm chocking, that's normally as well. When I think about it, the pressure on my head is normal as well. I'm just laying, bottle against my lips. I don't even remember what I'm drinking, I put it into a bottle I got out of a kids drink. Doesn't taste like wine, I'll assume vodka.... but my taste buds are barely tasting anything right now. Especially when I'm chocking too hard.

My hearing is getting worse as well, that's the reason I'm doing this anyway. I don't want this to happen, I'm too scared of a world where I can't hear. So I drink it all away, hoping to not notice the difference the next morning. It's all an echo of itself, it doesn't matter. Life decided this would happen and so it has. I don't know why the world chose me but fine, I guess.

"Stan?"

I fall on my bed, tears silently going down my cheeks. It hurts now, I should have stopped when it didn't. And yet I still have the bottle on my lips, ones I get it off I can put the pills into my mouth. Hopefully I'm drunk enough to not feel too much of the pain.....

I take the pills as quickly as I can, chocking the overdose down.

"Stanley?"

My vision goes down even more, if possible. My hands shake harder than before, it feels like something is definitely wrong. Very very wrong. They shouldn't shake to this extreme, an overdose shouldn't do this.

"STAN!"

He comes over to me and rips the bottle from my hands, immediately putting it to his nose to know if it's alcohol or not. My ears are ringing so fucking faintly, everything around me is becoming even harder to hear.... I'm sure it's not from the alcohol. Something is terribly wrong! Oh no, I didn't want this to happen! Not yet!

"Stan?"

I look at him as he starts calling the hospital. It's like my head is underwater, I barely hear anything. He looks angry, sad, relieved and so many others in the matter of minutes. He'd tell me off if he knew I state this much.... well, when I'm not drunk that is.

He starts trying to get me to choke the alcohol out. When he has deemed it enough, he looks at me, saying something. It's still like I'm underneath water..... I seriously can barely make out the word 'Better' and that's all I have to put a sentence in his mouth with.

'I can't hear you.'

I'm not sure if I said it out loud but my the look in his eyes, I did. He goes into a state of comforting, trying to smile.... how oddly fitting? My last word I have heard is going to be my own name... does that fit to my selfishness?

'I love you'

I have nothing to lose at this point. I'm not the one for believes but to make it more poetic, I can feel how the angels continue to drag me away, away from him, away from all that I have in this world... it's so selfish to say that he wasn't enough anymore.

'I love you too.'

I can read it by his actions. It's very simple sign language. Oh obviously he'd know sign language.

'I'm so so sorry.'

He shakes his head. By reading his lips, I can make out the word 'hold'. I will assume he said 'hold on'.

'I can't.'

So I fall down even more. He kisses me, maybe as a goodbye. The person he called isn't coming, knowing him, it was the hospital. The quiet little mountain town doesn't get those fast enough.

Then nothing. There is a moment of nothing and-