Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2014 4:58:30 GMT
EICHEN HOUSE
PATIENT INFORMATION
PATIENT INFORMATION
PATIENT #
NAME [LAST, FIRST (M)]
AGE [IN NUMBERS]
GENDER
HEIGHT [USE PB'S]
PLAYBY NAME
0014
NAME [LAST, FIRST (M)]
BROFLOVSKI, KYLE G.
AGE [IN NUMBERS]
22
GENDER
MALE
HEIGHT [USE PB'S]
5'11"
PLAYBY NAME
CALEB LANDRY JONES
PATIENT HISTORY
elementary school. Kyle never complains about his early childhood. It was a good one, in his opinion, and came complete with loving parents, good friends, and "the best little brother a guy could have." He spent most of his days attached to the hip to his best friend, Stan Marsh. He and Stan would go off on "adventures" with their friends, Kenny McCormick and Eric Cartman. Kyle was always sympathetic to Kenny, even if others teased him for being the poor kid. Eric, on the other hand, was insufferable most days. He would always spew hate and criticism at "Kahl," preaching against Judaism and calling his mom a "bitch." Everyday was a fight and they'd bicker until Kyle's face was red and throat was raw.
"Today, Cartman was an asshole" was what usually started Kyle's diary entries.
It wasn't until they got older that Kyle actually considered Eric with any warmth. This change was likely due to Stan growing more distant, which was especially so when he started going out with Wendy Testaburger and hit those rough puberty years. The days of running around dressed as the "Human Kite," or playing Guitar Hero with Stan for countless hours were soon over for Kyle once middle school started.
middle school. The years of middle school are a complete blur. Time was passing at an increasingly rapid pace and Kyle found himself unsure of what to do with his time. He still hung out with his usual group of friends, but was bored and irritable. He tried joining a few of the school sports teams, but ended up abandoning them with distaste. The only definite memory for Kyle during this period was one night during seventh grade year. The Broflovskis were on vacation to some lake that Kyle's dad dragged them off to. "It's gonna be great!" He had enthused.
Gerald Broflovki's "great" trip nearly killed them all when their boat crashed into some rocks. "Just a few scars, son. Look, Sheila, we have matching ones!" "Dad, what the hell?"
high school. At age sixteen, Kyle got a new perspective on things. Throughout elementary and middle school his grades were top-notch -- he brought home A's and B's with relative ease. As a kid, although he hadn't decided a concrete career, he always thought he'd go off to some college. His dad, in particular, was pushing for Kyle to follow in his footsteps and go to law school.
High school completely decimated these hopes and aspirations, however. During these tender, hormonal years, Kyle found himself getting increasingly bitter about the state of the educational system. He began to preach to Stan and the others that the universities were simply trying to pocket their money. "College is a fraud, dude, and you know it."
So, when graduation came and went, Kyle was left in his quiet little town. At first, Kyle felt puzzled at how drastically everything had changed. So many of his peers and closest friends -- primarily Stan -- had moved off. Once he got over the initial shock though, Kyle jumped straight into a life that he wouldn't have dreamed of in years prior.
the lull. Kyle's first job out of high school was working as a cashier for the local Gamestop. He made a measly amount of money, but it never seemed to bother him. He always claimed that money wasn't a problem: his parents, who he still lived with, could take care of things. With those ideas in mind, he usually spent a large portion of his paychecks on cheap alcohol and Xbox games. With cans and games in hand, Kyle would go over to Eric's house whenever he had an opportunity.
Once the object of Kyle's hatred, Eric increasingly became the object of his affection. It wasn't something that Kyle had planned on. The idea of having romantic feelings for his friend made him uncomfortable. It wasn't because of his gender (no, Kyle was well aware of his sexuality), but because of his personality. They had always fought and, even as they got closer, argued about the pettiest things. Not only that, but he began to realize more and more how unstable Eric was.
So, Kyle never confessed his feelings... sober, at least. There were many times when Kyle would drink way past his limits. He can never fully remember these times -- only bits and pieces. The things that he recalls, however, are enough to make him hide his face. Cold hands, murmured words, and a warm tongue pressed to his are only a few of the embarrassing recollections. He never speaks of them. The day after drinking binges like these, Kyle would feign memory loss and, sure enough, Cartman would too.
the fall. Kyle didn't know what to do. When he heard the news about Eric killing the Tenormans, he was absolutely shocked. The shock wasn't just because he had killed a family, but because Kyle had encouraged it to happen.
Only hours before, he had been with Eric. They were joking and eating pizza (Kyle had gotten into the habit of buying Eric food once his mother disappeared) when Eric began ranting about the Tenorman boy and how he had owed him money. It was nothing new. The other boy always rambled angrily about his neighbors. "Five dollars?" Kyle sarcastically replied, "Have you tried asking for it back like a decent human being for once? No, you wouldn't, that'd be way too hard. It'd be easier to just kill the poor bastard."
Even though Kyle had been sarcastic in his remark, he blamed himself for the deaths. He may not have had any blood on his hands, but he felt like he did. He spent hours and hours in the shower and praying (something he hadn't done in years), but the feeling never went away. It persisted. And when the press began to swoop down on him, guilt and fear gnawed at him like never before. He refused to speak. Even when his parents expressed their concerns and tried to talk to him, he turned them away.
Curling into himself, he moved out of town before Cartman's sentence was delivered.
He moved from place to place and hoped to find somewhere to settle. But, wherever he went, thoughts plagued his head and nightmares his nights. Sometimes he had dreams where he was the one pulling the trigger. Other times he was watching and giggling with amusement at their pain. And, on those rare occasions, he'd dream that he was the one being killed -- by gun, mutilation, and asphyxiation.
Nowhere was safe.
eichen house. They found Kyle trying to jump off of a hospital roof. When they took him down from the roof, he was babbling about ironic death. The doctors called his parents, informed them of what had happened, and sent Kyle to their mental health ward. When his parents arrived, he had stopped talking. He ignored them completely, even as they made plans for his admittance to Eichen House. There, they hoped and prayed, Kyle would get help and work through his crippling depression.
"Today, Cartman was an asshole" was what usually started Kyle's diary entries.
It wasn't until they got older that Kyle actually considered Eric with any warmth. This change was likely due to Stan growing more distant, which was especially so when he started going out with Wendy Testaburger and hit those rough puberty years. The days of running around dressed as the "Human Kite," or playing Guitar Hero with Stan for countless hours were soon over for Kyle once middle school started.
middle school. The years of middle school are a complete blur. Time was passing at an increasingly rapid pace and Kyle found himself unsure of what to do with his time. He still hung out with his usual group of friends, but was bored and irritable. He tried joining a few of the school sports teams, but ended up abandoning them with distaste. The only definite memory for Kyle during this period was one night during seventh grade year. The Broflovskis were on vacation to some lake that Kyle's dad dragged them off to. "It's gonna be great!" He had enthused.
Gerald Broflovki's "great" trip nearly killed them all when their boat crashed into some rocks. "Just a few scars, son. Look, Sheila, we have matching ones!" "Dad, what the hell?"
high school. At age sixteen, Kyle got a new perspective on things. Throughout elementary and middle school his grades were top-notch -- he brought home A's and B's with relative ease. As a kid, although he hadn't decided a concrete career, he always thought he'd go off to some college. His dad, in particular, was pushing for Kyle to follow in his footsteps and go to law school.
High school completely decimated these hopes and aspirations, however. During these tender, hormonal years, Kyle found himself getting increasingly bitter about the state of the educational system. He began to preach to Stan and the others that the universities were simply trying to pocket their money. "College is a fraud, dude, and you know it."
So, when graduation came and went, Kyle was left in his quiet little town. At first, Kyle felt puzzled at how drastically everything had changed. So many of his peers and closest friends -- primarily Stan -- had moved off. Once he got over the initial shock though, Kyle jumped straight into a life that he wouldn't have dreamed of in years prior.
the lull. Kyle's first job out of high school was working as a cashier for the local Gamestop. He made a measly amount of money, but it never seemed to bother him. He always claimed that money wasn't a problem: his parents, who he still lived with, could take care of things. With those ideas in mind, he usually spent a large portion of his paychecks on cheap alcohol and Xbox games. With cans and games in hand, Kyle would go over to Eric's house whenever he had an opportunity.
Once the object of Kyle's hatred, Eric increasingly became the object of his affection. It wasn't something that Kyle had planned on. The idea of having romantic feelings for his friend made him uncomfortable. It wasn't because of his gender (no, Kyle was well aware of his sexuality), but because of his personality. They had always fought and, even as they got closer, argued about the pettiest things. Not only that, but he began to realize more and more how unstable Eric was.
So, Kyle never confessed his feelings... sober, at least. There were many times when Kyle would drink way past his limits. He can never fully remember these times -- only bits and pieces. The things that he recalls, however, are enough to make him hide his face. Cold hands, murmured words, and a warm tongue pressed to his are only a few of the embarrassing recollections. He never speaks of them. The day after drinking binges like these, Kyle would feign memory loss and, sure enough, Cartman would too.
the fall. Kyle didn't know what to do. When he heard the news about Eric killing the Tenormans, he was absolutely shocked. The shock wasn't just because he had killed a family, but because Kyle had encouraged it to happen.
Only hours before, he had been with Eric. They were joking and eating pizza (Kyle had gotten into the habit of buying Eric food once his mother disappeared) when Eric began ranting about the Tenorman boy and how he had owed him money. It was nothing new. The other boy always rambled angrily about his neighbors. "Five dollars?" Kyle sarcastically replied, "Have you tried asking for it back like a decent human being for once? No, you wouldn't, that'd be way too hard. It'd be easier to just kill the poor bastard."
Even though Kyle had been sarcastic in his remark, he blamed himself for the deaths. He may not have had any blood on his hands, but he felt like he did. He spent hours and hours in the shower and praying (something he hadn't done in years), but the feeling never went away. It persisted. And when the press began to swoop down on him, guilt and fear gnawed at him like never before. He refused to speak. Even when his parents expressed their concerns and tried to talk to him, he turned them away.
Curling into himself, he moved out of town before Cartman's sentence was delivered.
He moved from place to place and hoped to find somewhere to settle. But, wherever he went, thoughts plagued his head and nightmares his nights. Sometimes he had dreams where he was the one pulling the trigger. Other times he was watching and giggling with amusement at their pain. And, on those rare occasions, he'd dream that he was the one being killed -- by gun, mutilation, and asphyxiation.
Nowhere was safe.
eichen house. They found Kyle trying to jump off of a hospital roof. When they took him down from the roof, he was babbling about ironic death. The doctors called his parents, informed them of what had happened, and sent Kyle to their mental health ward. When his parents arrived, he had stopped talking. He ignored them completely, even as they made plans for his admittance to Eichen House. There, they hoped and prayed, Kyle would get help and work through his crippling depression.
PRESENTS WITH
Kyle refuses to speak. Occasionally, he will mutter to himself or cuss aloud when something startles him. But, for the most part, he keeps to himself and says nothing. He also has a hard time sleeping and nightmares are almost a nightly occurrence. He has developed nervous ticks too, such as fidgeting with his shirt sleeves, and scratching at mosquito bites until they bleed. Since that day on the hospital roof, Kyle hasn't made any more suicide attempts. His thoughts are still dark nonetheless and his parents are worried about another try.
)death is on the way at echo house