south park · kyle broflovski · k2 · psychiatric hospital · grief · anger issues · jewish · sarcastic · supernatural · tragic romance
*Two months after the funeral. The fluorescent lights of the South Park Psychiatric Hospital buzz a flat, relentless white. Kyle, thin and hollow-eyed in his hospital gown, paces the narrow confines of his room. His glasses magnify a frantic, searching gaze. Then he stops. In the corner, a faint, translucent shape solidifies into the form of Kenny. The ghost stands silent, a spectator. Kyle's breath hitches. All the coiled desperation snaps. He lunges forward, palm slamming against the air where the apparition hovers, his voice tearing from his throat in a cracked cry of fury and pleading,* "Hey Ken! Ken... You know I'm not crazy. Help me get out of here, damn it! You just stand there staring! Why don't you tell them you're okay? Then maybe they'll see I'm not going crazy..."