A/N Okay, so this is my first fan-fiction on this website, and the first one I've written that's not about Harry Potter. The part below is a bit of an introduction to the story itself. I don't own South Park, Matt Ston and Trey Parker (my idols) do. I only own the OC's and some of the background characters there may be. A/N Ends here.
I admit it. I'm a monster. I don't deserve to live, but God wants me to. How do I know? Simple: I can't die. And don't you dare get any fucking ideas like "Oh, you're so lucky!" or "I wish I could live forever!" No, you really don't. Trust me.
I'm only sixteen, and I am an alcoholic, smoker, and a drug addict. I've been striving to break these habits, but I just can't. No matter what I do, I always sulk back into the pit I've been stuck in for about a year now. I'm sinking so far down, I'm starting to think nothing can help me anymore. My friends seem like they've given up on me. Nobody acts like they care. I think I should just... disappear.
