back to being heros again. Cartman was caught cutting and is stuck living with Kenny.
Chapter 1=A Depressed Coon
Cartman P.O.V
I was stuck living at the apartment where we now had our meetings. I was let back into Coon and Friends but that was because it had been several years since my 10 year old
behavior. I still had 2 uterus's from taking 3 containers of vagisil,still only had 1 kidney, and several other things due to my childhood stupidity but otherwise things changed a lot.
I was now a self-harmer and depressed. I'm not an idiot! When one of your friends dies over and over again in front of you you end up...well you know...depressed especially when
I have been inlove with Kenny for quite awhile. I sighed litsening to Kenny make commits about Chaos' plans that we were going after. "Cartman and I will be in a group. Kite you're with Toolshed!"
Kenny said.
I said nothing. "Come on, Eric." he said. I followed him and we left. It sounded like Butters was illegally whoreing off young boys unwillingly. I sighed remembering when he whored off girls in our school.
He wasn't as innocent as he acted. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I had been weaving around telling the others on why I cut and merely shrugged whenever they asked me. They would think I am drunk if I said anything. Last person
I told asked if I was on drugs and took me straight back to jail. I shivered at the memory.
I had been raped by the cops and inmates there but none of my friends even knew. They thought I was used to putting stuff up my ass. Honestly my ass hurt so much I just didn't give a crap by then. I sighed. "It doesn't
matter what I say. I'll just be told I am as stoned as Towlie or something else if I mention jack shit!" I said. Silence.
"It's me, Cartman and I used to go through a lot of crazy crap with you as kids. I'm just tired of the bull shit is all." I said.
Kenny P.O.V
"Want to talk about it?" I asked having him sit down. He sighed, sitting next to me looking close to tears. "Did you know I just pretend to be a jack ass so know one knows the real me...or anything?" he asked. I smiled gently
rubbing his back. "I thought that for awhile. Why do you think I forgave you a number of times." I answered. Silence.
He sighed. "I hate it...you dieing over and over again and then trying to go somewhere and end up with nothing! Last time I just ended up back in jail. The cop said minors shouldn't be drinking." he said. I held him in my arms and stopped.
I knew what happens in jail. A lot of inmates are raped and abused usually and when they come out they are broken beyond beleif.
"Did a cop rape you, Eric?" I asked. He nodded crying as I held him. I frowned decideing to have a talk with the police soon.
"So how long did you know I came back after I die?" I asked. "Every time you did do it." he said. "Sorry if I shouldn't have."
"No! No! Damien told me someone knew and that I just had to find them. It's fine." I said, smileing gently. He didn't tell me that Eric was depressed though. "So why are you sad about it?" I asked. His cheeks turned bright red and he looked down.
"We should find Chaos." he said. I sighed, knowing this was all I would get but...I did better than the others at least.
I smiled knowing the others would've only gotten Cartman's wise-ass remarks and attitude mostly. Kyle was refraineing from hitting him knowing that Eric wanted to be hit. "Knock it the hell off, Cartman." he would always say then. I sighed when we found
Chaos. Well he was Butters now. The multi-personalities had to bother him at times. Butters looked at us. "Hi fellas. What's wrong?" he asked.
"Could you film yourself and see if your other personality, Chaos is doing anything wrong?" Eric asked. Butters nodded. "Sure, Eric! No problem." he said. Butters was also dating Kyle. I smiled. "Butters are you taking your meds like you're supposed to?" I asked.
He looked down. "Look, you need to. It'll help. You'll be yourself. Kyle has been wanting to take you to Dairy Queen again but is worried that you'll think you're a fire truck driver again." I said. He smiled. "I'll take them...for Kyle." he said.
It wasn't only Butters I was worried about. There was a new criminal now and he was a lot worse. I looked at Eric wanting him to stay safe. I loved him more than anything. "Let's get home. Things should be ok here now." I said. He nodded.