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"Fuck..." Kenny winced a bit at the stinging on and around his eyes.
The hot June air did not mix well with puffy, red eyes.
The sun rays made it feel much, much worse.
But, luckily enough, he had just made it home. He tried to wash his face in the school bathroom to make it look like he wasn't sobbing his eyes out. In reality, it didn't look too convincing, but he could at least blame it on a cold or something.
He didn't want Karen of all people to see how much pain he was in.
Kenny made it into the old, worn down house. He saw both of his parents knocked out on the couch, drunk.
Karen was sitting in the kitchen, reading a book and drinking some water. She looked over and noticed Kenny coming in.
"Hey big bro." She greeted.
"Hey lil sis." He tried to sound as happy as he could, but his voice cracked a bit when he spoke. Luckily, Karen only laughed it off a bit, so he did as well.
Without another word, Kenny headed up to his room. He and Karen shared a room at this point, and Kevin was already moved out.
He shut the door behind him and plopped down on his mattress. Immediately, he started crying again. To hide the noise, he hid his face in his orange parka.
He felt awful.
What if Poppy told someone else about his rant today? Would they bring him to a mental institution? Did they even care? Would they try to give him more therapy? The truth was that he had no idea, and that honestly scared him.
Shaking a bit, Kenny reached under his pillow and got out his razor blade. The top part of it was a shiny silver, but the bottom was covered in dried blood.
Kenny wiped away his remaining tears and pulled off his parka. He was wearing a grey t-shirt with a faded logo on the front. His wrists were covered in scars.
Some of them went straight down his wrists, almost as if it were an intent to kill himself. They didn't look all that old.
Others went across his wrists, some even overlapping. A good amount of them were fairly faded, but the rest were reddish and more fresh.
Kenny glided the razor across his skin and drew blood easily. This one overlapped as well, this time with the vertical cut, making almost a cross symbol.
He found that pretty ironic.
"Fuck I fucking hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself..."
Kenny mumbled this to himself for a while as he left more cuts on his pale, scarred skin.
But he had to stop before Karen came in and saw this.
So he just cleaned up the blood and kept on his parka.
The next day at school, Kenny was called down to the guidance office during lunch. He walked down slowly and dreadfully, not wanting to talk about anything or do anything anymore.
Once he did finally make it, he was greeted with Poppy waiting for him
by the front desk.
"Hi Kenneth," She said, "Come in. We have the office for ourselves today, since your guidance counselor is at a meeting currently."
"Okay." Kenny shrugged a bit and went along with it, not caring at this point if they were alone or not.
The two walked into the small room and sat down in their respectful places.
"So, tell me," Poppy started, "Has anything happened worth noting since we last met?"
Kenny wasn't really in the mood to tell this lady that he was cutting open his wrists last night.
"No."
Nodding a bit, she added, "Then would you like to continue talking as we were yesterday?"
Kenny started to feel anger and desperation build up.
"I don't know."
"Okay... Have you tried what I suggested? Like, going to talk with your peers to make more friends?"
"Not really."
"And how come?"
He started to snap.
"Because I don't fucking want to." Kenny said aggressively.
"I... Um..." Poppy was at a loss for words.
"You know what, fuck it, what's the worst that could happen if I tell you this?" Kenny said, sighing heavily.
"Aight, fuckin prepare yourself. I can't die. Trust me, I've died a million times before, but no matter what has happened, I always just woke up in my bed like nothing happened. And I hate it, because since I'm fucking immortal, all I can do is watch everyone I care about dies.
"Meanwhile, the amount of times I've tried to kill myself is uncountable. But I just can't stay dead, no matter how hard I try." Kenny sighed and looked down.
"What I'm really saying is... What's the point of living when I just keep dying? But what's the point of dying when I just keep coming back?"
As Kenny looked up, he saw Poppy with her jaw practically on the floor, and speechless. This didn't surprise him, though. He didn't expect her to believe him.
"Yeah, this was pointless." Kenny said with a sigh and stood up.
"Kenneth, don't get up, we need to talk-"
Kenny rushed out and ran into the rundown bathroom. He felt so done with all of this bullshit.
He couldn't take it anymore.
He dug through his bag before finally finding the same razor he had used on himself last night.
With close to no hesitation, Kenny took the razor and slid it deep across his throat. Blood started to gush out of his neck messily, and caused an immense amount of pain.
But he just had to try at least at one more time. He just wanted to see them all again.
He just wanted so badly to truly die. Was that so much to ask for?
Kenny went as deep as he possibly could before dropping the razor and clutching his neck. This made the bleeding even worse.
Crimson red blood was coughed out from his mouth and ran down his hands, on all of his clothes and onto the floor beneath him.
He never did get used to the pain of dying this way.
Kenny's vision started to grey, rather than black, like it usually did. And despite the pain and agony he was in, his eyes lit up for a moment at his new sight.
In front of him stood none other than Token, Butters, Tweek, Craig, Cartman, Kyle, Clyde, and Stan.
His moment of happiness quickly disappeared.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Stan asked him angrily.
With the gash in his throat, Kenny couldn't speak. All he could do was make inaudible squeaks and grunts.
"You're not welcome here. Stop trying so hard." Kyle glared down at his once friend.
All of their demeanors scared and disappointed Kenny.
"Stay away from us, stupid fucking immortal." Cartman joined in.
Even his whole friend group was turning against him.
Kenny looked over at Butters hopefully. He was the one person who was always nice to him, and supported him.
But Butters seemed to feel the same way as all the others. He then said, "Wake up. You're never going to die. Not really."
Kenny's vision started to go completely black as everyone he thought he knew walked right away from him.
Kenny shot up from his bed in a cold sweat.
His neck felt... Odd, and wet. As he touched it, he felt that the gash from his "dream" was still there.
Looking forward, everyone was ahead of him.
Token had some parts of his skin bleached white, and had a bullet lodged in his chest.
Butters lied there, covered in bruises, blood, and an intact ribcage.
Tweek had his skull crushed and intact.
Craig had blood-vomit and pills spilling out of his mouth.
Cartman was surrounded in vomit and his heart was taken out, beating swiftly.
Kyle was hanging from the ceiling with blood around his neck and on his fingertips.
Clyde was surrounded by berries and vomit.
Stan's whole body was mangled, with bits of his car penetrating his chest and back, and with empty beer bottles surrounding him.
Then there was Karen.
She laid right on the bed in front of Kenny in a puddle of blood and brain matter.
Kenny tried to scream, but only more blood came out.
"H-heee-eeeeel-"
Everything went black.
A/N: Well shit guys, that's the end. I decided that instead of having two chapters for Kenny to have one long, final chapter.
Ended up taking a lot of work, and I wrote around 3000 words for this one, but overall, I'm happy with the ending.
Kenny might not be, but it's okay. I like writing his suffering for my entertainment.
I hope you enjoyed reading his suffering for your entertainment.
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