Author: Icalynn
E-mail: Icalynn26@yahoo.com
Category: Kyle
Rating: R
Spoilers: don't think so.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

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i have a secret .

a small, simple secret .

can you guess what it is? do you dare to go into the mind of a buddihst jock? and, really- who ever heard of a buddhist jock? i mean, come on .

anyway, i regress- where was i?

oh, yes-

i have a secret .

a small, simple secret .

did you know that i am a pathological liar? but, then why would you believe me? if , after all, i am a liar.

i've lied about everything and anything- did you know there are aliens ? right here, in new mexico.

real life aliens.

not those fake, little, green aliens- with the funny antennas. and not those illegal aliens that have crossed the border, but real life aliens.

hybrids, actually.

the damn gorgeous, brooding, self-centered aliens. i've meet more them my share. but, i only fucked one of them- and that's where i got into trouble.

oh - did i mention i have a secret ?

a small, simple secret .

i can see that you're perplexed. i can see you double checking your notes-

does it say how my mother abandoned me? does it say that my father decided to be the father for a bunch of aliens, but not for me? does it say that i was shot and that i died? does it say that an alien brought me back to life? does it say how i saved the town? does it say how i fell in love with an alien? does it say the i had mind blowing sex with an alien? does it say that i almost died in a cave? does it say that, yet again an alien saved me? does it say that i had my mind fucked over by the alien i loved? does it say how i helped kill my best friend?

but , you still think i'm lying- i suppose it can be true. i could be a liar , i could be anything you want me to be.

you still haven't guessed my secret. i'm disappointed.

i don't want to play anymore.

i don't think i'll tell you.

go, ahead leave me here.

fuck off!

leave me like everyone else .

~

Lights flicker off and on, a dull hum lingers in the air- He looks through the double sided mirror.

"Has he made any progress?" He asks softly, his voice catching on his tears.

"He hasn't said a word," the doctor replies as he glances at the young man in his care. "He just keeps staring out that window."

"But there is nothing there- nothing at all."

"I know. But, he sees something." The doctor agrees. "In our sessions, his eyes are so reveling- yet, he's so blocked off."

"He's had a tough year," he whispers. "He's my son, I just want the best for him."

"We will try our best to break through," the doctor states softly. "After all, we have all summer."

the end