Did I die? Maybe not.. Kenny as Takemichi

1:A new life

KENNY POV

"Let's just say your not crazy and it's true. What's the big deal, I mean. I think it's pretty cool not to be able to die." Kyle said, I know he was trying to be nice and make me feel better but it had the opposite affect.

I was pissed, I know it wasn't their fault, they're the best friends I could have ever asked for it's just..

"Pretty cool!? Do you know what it feels like to be stabbed? To be shot? Decapitated? Torn apart? Burned? Run over?" I exclaimed, yelling at one of the most precious things in my life. Kyle in his kite costume stepped back while Stan as toolbox spoke up.

"Kenny! Kenny! Calm down!!" He said, trying to be the peace keeper. I couldn't stop though, these guys mean the world to me and I know that they choose to forget but. Every time I wake up after dying for them, and they act like everything's fine and don't even remember it happening, it hurts. Mentally and physically from the injury. I hate it.

"It's not pretty cool Kyle! It Fucking hurts!!" Kyle looked distraught. I kinda felt bad but..after everything, everything I did. Isn't it fair I get to express my bottled up emotions atleast once? Even if it wasn't I wasn't thinking at the moment so I continued.
"And it won't go away. And nobody will believe me!" I said while turning and walking away from Kyle so the bullet won't hit him as I pull out a gun.

"Remember this time! Try and Fucking remember!!!" I reloaded the gun and shot my own head, my heart rate accelerated as I collapsed and blood spilled from my head. My head was pounding and my heart stopped literally. I heard Stan and Kyle run to my body. Everyone, including them were freaking out. This time they didn't even say the phrase i always wanted to say myself. The 'Omg they killed Kenny! You bastard!'

I would've felt bad if I didn't know I would wake up tomorrow and they would forget this whole interaction. I felt Stan and Kyles arms wrap around my body as I heard them utter words like "the ambulance is coming" and "I don't care if you don't have some dumb power if you just survive" the sirens filled my ears as their tears wet my already blood covered body. Paramedics were trying to pull them off me but they started screaming.

Something wasn't right. This has lasted way too long. It should be the next day, I should be waking up to my cockroach and rat infested room. Suddenly all my senses started fading out and I mentally sighed. It's gonna be another day, something will come up, I'll follow Stan, Kyle and Cartman through some dumb but somewhat fun shit and I'll die. I kinda start to wonder what it would be like with these just being regular days- like the others see it. I would do anything to just get rid of it all, die for real.

I opened my eyes, ready to get blinded by light, but when I did it was a pure white void. Somethings wrong am..maybe it came true after all. I died for real..but that means the way I left my friends back home they..damnit.

Suddenly the air in front of me glitched. I reached out to touch it in a shallow attempt to go back. After all this suffering, dying and pain. I want to survive death once more so I can give them a proper goodbye-i know they'll remember since I'll be gone for good I'll make it important and try not make them sad. But it disappeared as soon as I reached the area. I sighed, accepting I'll never see Stan, Kyle, Cartman, even butters and Craig ever again. But then the same glitch type thing surrounded and enveloped me. Everything was dark again, I heard a woman yelling though. Her voice wasn't mad like my mothers when fighting with my father. It was sweet yet loud yelling at..someone named Take to wake up?

Then my eyes opened. I got blinded by light causing me to groan and cover my eyes. I sat up and looked around. This room was..nice. Not like the wreck I have..wait where am I??