Please Kyle....

Stans POV~

I slowly walked over to Kyle. I couldn't bare to see him like this. Why? It was about 1 hour later when all my friends left. Ike got tired so Gerald took him home. It was just me and Sheila left.

We sat in silence. She held his hand and stroked his cheek with her free hand. I wish I was the one doing that, but I couldn't be suspicious. Holding his hand and kissing his sleeping face would definitely give Sheila a few ideas.

Just then she stood up, she collected her things and walked towards the door. She placed her hand on the door handle, but then turned to face me.

Sheila: "It's your fault he's in here you know. You dirty little no good faggot! Once you're done here never, ever come near my son again. I don't want him to catch your faggy disease!"

Stan: "What?!"

Sheila: "You heard me don't come near my son!"

And with that she turned round and left the hospital room, leaving me alone with Kyle. 'Faggy disease' what does that mean? Is this why he called it off, because of his mom. THAT BITCH!

I walk over to Kyle and sit on the chair his bitch of a mom was just on. I kiss him on the lips and joined our hands together.

Stan: "I'm sorry Kyle. You could've told me what was going on. I'll love you no matter what. I love you soooo much!" I watch his sleeping face. His uneven breaths from before we're now constant. His eyes glued shut, with his eyelashes brushing against his pale cheeks.

Stan: "We can figure this out Kyle. Just please wake up. I need you. Your the only one who cares. If you go, I wouldn't be able to deal with life. Just wake up. Please Kyle....." ( XD )

I held his hand and began to cry into the plain white sheets of the hospital bed. This must of lasted for 10 minutes. I grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels from before out of my bag.

Stan: "I'm sorry Kyle. Wake up and I won't."

He didn't move, so I pressed the bottle against my lips and gulped the beverage down. I have had this problem since 4th grade. Kyle was the only one who tried to help. We stopped hanging out for about  a month. He said I was getting him down. At first I thought he was being selfish but, I understand now, that he was going through his own struggle.

We became friends again and as soon as we did, he helped me. He was the first and only person to help. He persuaded my friends to come back and hang out. He taught me different ways to deal with things and now I only drink at parties or when something really bad has happened. He helped me so much. And I want to do the same for him. He was always there and now I need to be here for him. I thought he got past it but, then his mum had to go and ruin things.

Nurse: "I'm sorry sir, but visiting hours are over now."

Stan: "Okay, thank you." I walk out the room taking one last glance at Kyle before exiting the hospital. I wish I could stay with him like I did last time. Everything Kyles mom said to me, just keeps running though my head. Fucking Bitch!

I walk home in the dark, with my hands in my pockets and tears rolling down my face. I walk into my house and ignoring the looks and questions from my parents, I walk into my bedroom, took my pants, hat and coat off and slid under my comforting duvet. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted into a deep sleep, dreaming of Kyle.

It will all be alright.

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Hello my angels. I'm sorry you had to wait. I have a few ideas for this story now and I'll try my best to keep it interesting for you. C u next time.           ~V.U.