South Park: Life Without Stan

Chapter 4

*Dreaming*

"Stan, can I tell you something?" "Sure, Kyle, you can tell me anything." "Okay, well, I really like you." "Oh, me too." "No, more then that. I love you, Stan. I really fucking love you." "I love you to, Kyle. I love you." "So, are we a thing now?" "I guess so!"

I think I was smiling in my sleep. So happy. This is what I want life to be, this is what I dream for. But now, I'm alone, no one loves me. I cut myself and now I'm paying the price; This. This is the price, what's happening now. I'm on an operating table, dreaming about Stan. Stan. The Stan. My Stan. Now he's not mine. Now he's no ones. No ones. Not mine. Never will be. Unless I die. Should I? When I wake up? If Stan was here, he would've comforted me when I woke up. Like he did when he saved my life. He can't save it now. I remember the whole thing. The whole thing. My Mom didn't care about me, my Dad didn't care, Stan did. Only Stan with all of the new age medicine bull crap. He saved my life. All I'm thinking about. "I learned something today." Yeah, I just did. I am a bastard. Kyle the Bastard. Just a bastard that no one cares about, except for Stan. Stan. That's it. One person. Stan. Now he's dead. No one cares. Not one person. I'm all alone, on an operating table, my best friend is dead, I cut myself, what is there to live for? What is the purpose of life? I'm so confused. Why am I here? No one likes me, why am I here? There's no point. I am a waste of space. A waste of time and money, food. Only Stan cares. That's it. Only Stan. Just Stan.