Silence

Silence. It's unbelievably bland.

Uncomfortable.

I pull a blanket further over my naked body, simply to cover myself from him.

Confused.

He groans a bit in his sleep. My mind replays our feverish moans over and over. I wish I could hear something else, but the silent room forbids me.

Disgusted.

I hate him. Eric Cartman.

I feel only livid hatred for him.

It's his evil eyes. So brown the can almost appear red. They persuade you.

It's his voice. He can make anything sound reasonable.

It's everything. He made me into a monster.

A sob escapes me.

No. I can't cry..

I can't let him win. I turn to the side and let my tears stroll down my face silently, but they're still there.

He knows it.

He might not see me now, but he knows he has me.

He knows I love him.

I don't know why. How could I feel this way about Cartman?

It's his evil eyes and persuading voice.

It's my weak will and easily swayed opinions.

Eric Cartman...

I hate him with every fiber of my being.

I love him with all of my heart.

How can that be?

It's his beautiful brown eyes and soft, loving voice.

It's the fact that even though he denies it profusely, he loves me too.