A/N: Hey! As South Park continues I've grown fond of the Goth kids so I thought that maybe I should try a fanfic. This is my first try.

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park or any of the characters within the show. They belong to Matt Stone and Trey Parker.

The Truth Behind His Eyes

His eyes direct the paper to his notebook as he draws as he feels. His eyes so cold, so distant, as if he wasn't really there.

He didn't seem to care either, to the world around him. So still, so content. Although; emotionless, like a statue. He just didn't care about anything but the pages of black ink and the music that played in the background.

I watch him, his every move. Others may call me possessive, I call myself 'concerned'. He flicks his hair as he inhales his cigarette deeply and mutters to himself about how pointless life was.

I sigh, non-conforming gets a little boring at times. I move closer to Red and look over his shoulder at his drawing. Amazing; he truly has a gift. It was of a dove, sitting on a tree branch; tears in its eyes as blackness slowly swallows him.

That was Pete, a lonely dove. He has us, and he knows that but every day he feels more alone. I suppose we all do. On the top of the page he has written 'The freedom will never come'. That's not true, it will; some day.

I notice that we are alone. Henrietta and Firkle had left. I remember them saying something about leaving but I took no interest in it. My concerns are for Red. I love how he is so non-conforming but I hate how he feels. Pfft 'love' such a conformist emotion.

Red has a secret, a secret he won't tell us, not even me. He never keeps secrets, this one is hidden deep.

"That is an amazing drawing Pete".

He looks at me and shrugs. "I guess".

I nod as I reach for another cigarette. "Lighter?"

He reaches into his pocket and hands one to me, I light it. "Thanks".

"Whatever".

I watch him closely as he sets his book down and leans against his bed. We hang at his place now. Henrietta's parents are just getting too much. Thank god he sleeps in his own camper van in the backyard! It's like our own little space away from all of our parents.

His camper door swings open to show his bitch of a mom standing there, looking like the cow that she is.

"Mick is coming over tonight", she says to Pete. "So you better behave".

Pete shrugs as his mom walks out neglecting to shut his door. Bitch.

He sighs as he gets up and closes his door gently.

Mick is his mother's new boyfriend. It sickens me and I'm sure in sickens Pete. I watch him as he leans against his door, resting his head facing upwards towards the ceiling.

"What's the fucking point?" He says.

I lower my eyes to avoid contact with his. They were just too cold, too hurtful to look into.

Minutes pass and I work up the courage to look up. Somewhat relieved I looked up to see that Pete had his head in his hands. I study him, looking for nothing really, just searching for any sign to see why he was acting so strange. No luck.

I hear something though. My hearing becomes stronger as I concentrate. I hear crying. Pete was crying, but why?

I study him further, looking for an answer. I was no good at this, perhaps his body language would tell me. His left sleeve falls down as he shakes from crying. My eyes adjust and I see it, I see the signs. Pete, my Pete, had murdered his arm with cuts. Why would he do such a thing? Why would he hurt himself but more importantly why not tell me?

I slowly get up and walk over to him. He looks up as I stand in front of him looking down at him. He flicks his hair out of his eyes as he watches me kneel.

"What's this?" I ask pointing to his arm.

He blinks another tear away and just stares into my eyes. I can feel it, fear. He's frightened, but why?

"Pete, please".

"I don't know" Is all he could say before he began crying again.

I pull him into a hug as he stains my shoulder with tears. I rub his back and hold him tight, telling him everything will be okay. All he says is 'no'.

He calms down quickly. Not wanting to cry.

"What is wrong Pete?" I ask him as he wipes his tears away. "Please for the love of god tell me".

"There is no god", he says looking down. "And if there was he doesn't love me".

I sigh. "Pete, please?"

"I don't like Mick", he whispers softly, trying to hold back tears.

"None of us do".

"No Michael, I REALLY hate him".

I study him more, he's shaking. Something is not right here.

"Why?" I ask, although I feel it's pointless to do so.

"You would never understand".

I stare at him blankly. He has never said that to me before.

"Try me".

He looks down so I could not read his eyes, his hair covering them as if it were protecting him.

"He rapes me Michael".

My heart stops as he says those words to me. My skin feels numb as my mind tried to process what he had just told me. Rape? RAPE? That bastard fucking touches Pete in THAT fucking way! My fists tighten as my anger reaches its boiling point. I'm the quiet one but get me angry and I'll spew all sorts of words at you.

Pete cries again, only this time; silently.

My anger subsides then turns to numbness again.

"He what?" I ask, although I know the answer.

Pete looks up at me. Fucking hell those eyes! They cut deep when you look right into them. Like razorblades.

"Stay here tonight", he whispers. "Please".

I nod slowly.

He stands up carefully as if he felt like falling, then begins to walk over to his bed. I follow close behind, still shaking. That word; 'rape', that's going to sting my dreams for a while.

We lay down together, silent, just staring at the ceiling.

"Don't tell anyone".

I look at Pete, his eyes still locked to the roof. He turns his head to look at me directly. This time his eyes seem inviting, as if they needed me.

"Please?"

I nod. "Not a friggin soul".

It was at that moment that I saw light. The darkness slipped away for just a few seconds but I saw it. Pete smiled. Not only was it a smile, he was smiling at me.

"You saved me Michael".

I give him a questioning glance.

"I was honestly going to end it tonight".

My gut goes numb again. He was going to fucking kill himself?

"Henrietta asked you if you wanted to go with them when they left but you said no. You saved me".

I smile. I remember now. I didn't want to leave because of concern for Pete.

I take his hand and he accepts it. The lights are off and all that lit the room were the street lights from his window.

"One day", I say, "One day, honestly I will make a liar out of you and set you free".

Pete moves into my arms and lies peacefully on my chest. He lifts up my shirt and rubs a bruise on my stomach that I got from a 'certain event'.

"And one day", he says. "I'll save you too".

A/N: There you have it. My first chapter. I would very much appreciate a review if you have the time. Thank you for reading.