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"Life-long Wall"
Part 1: "Night outing"
A frosty night descended on a town in Colorado, allowing the long-awaited silence to reign among identical residential buildings. About half an hour has passed since Eric turned out the light, trying to surrender to Morpheus' arms, but continued to turn sideways on his side, grunting because of staying awake at such a late hour. Thoughts revolved like a tornado, mixing ideas for the following attempts to gain universal respect with memories of successes and vice versa - defeats. The reason for the second was the protagonist, who in most cases opposed ideas, of course It was the sententious Jew, who always reverses the situation against Cartman, practically without doing anything besides the great power of empty words.
“Shitting moralist.” The boy cursed, rolled over on his back and crossed his arms over his chest. “He imagined himself to be mother Jewreza..why he is always pester to me?” Forever spoils everything with its morality. Although..there’s nothing more to spoil. Recently, we are not the same as before. I'm not like that. Really..- Cartman suddenly rose jerkily and sat on the edge of the bed. -Grew up..lost interest? Maybe..no, I need to check. - touching by feet the cold floor, the young man put his feet in slippers and, opening the window, crossed over the windowsill. Loudly falling his heavy body on the ground, boy got up and jogged toward Broflovsky's house. As usual, Eric made his way into the room of the 'friend' without any problems and, silently closing the window, went on tiptoe around the sleeping man, and stand next to the nightstand. With a little thought, examining Kyle's pacified face, Cartman, leaning on his hand, sat on the carpet in Turkish (or almost), starting to examine the perimeter of the room.
"Something does not occur at all..strange. Previously, secret nightly visits to the Jew inspired me most of all. It needs to regain the thirst for adventure, then everything will return to normal, do not even doubt it, Eric." The teenager assured himself of his thoughts, crawling on his knees to the bedside table and looking at the objects standing on it. Having noticed the hand gel, the intruder smiled slyly, thinking over how he would make the guys believe in the multiple ejaculations of their friend, which appeared on all surfaces of his bedroom. As soon as Cartman took the bottle from his bedside table, his eyes settled on Broflovsky's family portrait: full of joy, Gerald hugs the happy Sheila, clutching Kyle, holding in his arms laughing Ike. The photo looks incredibly stupid. So sincerely stupid. For a second, the guy smiled, but after a moment pulled oneself together:
“What am I doing..” Eric whispered, returning the gel to its place. “How can I be so brainless.” Cartman, who changed his mind about his plans, got up and quietly left the house of the Kyle family.
Rising to his room, the boy slowly locked the door. Eric clambered into bed, hugged his knees, his face buried in the damp cloth of his pajamas, and sobbed frantically. He was incredibly hurt by the realization of the whole meaninglessness of the actions taken over the years.
"And what have I achieved? Anything has changed since childhood? They just started hate me, they don't even consider me a human being, rather a dirty animal. A creature that does not deserve regret. Didn't anyone notice.. who needs it. Like always, no one. "- ×××grader fell silent, swallowing tears and digging his fingers into his ankles. The boy managed to fall asleep being wet from melt snow and the tears of bitterness he had known at night.
(translation of my fan fiction)
https://ficbook.net/readfic/9240033 - original
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