Kenny went missing three months ago. Everyone already gave up on him, saying that he is already dead. It wouldn't be a surprise since he had a tendency of always getting in dangerous situations and he didn't really care too much for his life… but he always ended up alive no matter what. Why now?
I miss him. I can't get over the fact that maybe I won't see his bright blue eyes ever again, his orange parka, or his beautiful smile that always lighted up the room. He was a good person; he didn't deserve anything that he had to go through, what if I don't see him ever again? ….memories may be all he had left….
His so called friends said that knowing him, he probably committed suicide; his life was just too hard. He had a poor family, alcoholic jobless parents who spend most of the time fighting, a drug addict brother with a mental retardation and a little sister. He always protected Karen because he didn't want her to end up like the rest of his family; he wanted her to be someone, so then why did he leave?
Personally, I don't think that the rumors are true, I don't think that he is dead…or maybe he is…I don't know but I can't shake the feeling that he is still here somehow…He just needs help, he is just scared. Someone, or something is keeping him, not letting him get his so much needed peace, not letting him-
"Bebe!"
"Uh? What?"
It was Wendy. "What's gotten into you? Did you hear what I just told you?"
"Of course!" I lied. "Why wouldn't I?" I really don't want her to know that this is still bothering me; I spent the last month annoying her with my theories.
"Oh, really? So what did I just say?"
Fuck.
"Oh you know…emm…the government, and...Stan, and…and…stuff?"
"Right, because I'm always talking about stuff!" I don't really have time for your lame sarcasm right now…
"Okay really, what's gotten into you? Don't tell me that's about Kenny not being dead again! I told you, you are just going to get yourself hurt! Stop thinking about it, it's for the best…"
"Really Wendy, it's not that! Stop worrying, I just didn't get any sleep last night, that's all!" Well, I'm not lying, I didn't get sleep last night, I was too busy thinking about Kenny…
"Okay Bebe, I'm sorry, I just worry about you! You are my best friend! I don't want you to get hurt." I'm sorry Wendy, but this is really important for me and if you can't understand that, I will have to do this alone.
"Thanks Wendy, but it's nothing, really."
"Okay then, well, I have to go, I have-"
"Debate Club, I know, I know... "
"…Yeah, well, call me in an hour, I mean, if you want to…you can always talk to me, you know?"
"Yeah, yeah, Wendy, I know. Aren't you late for your meeting or whatever?"
"Right, emm...well, see you later, Bebe…" And then she left.
I know I shouldn't treat her like that, she just wants to help and this could be the last time I see her, you never know. The last thing I told Kenny was "Fuck off, you fucking dick!" and I sorely reject it. But I'm in a bad mood right now.
I wasn't really close to Kenny, but I didn't hate him either. I guess he just was there, in the background all the time…
I told him to fuck off because he called me a whore. I hate it when people think I'm a whore just because of my look. I am smart too! I study a lot and got one of the highest grades at math! But now that I think about it, everyone calls me that and Kenny was known as a pervert and a manwhore. He actually had been to jail for prostitution, and he always had new scars… I know that it all connects somehow. He also said ''When you whore yourself, don't even dare to go to the wrong side of town, believe me, I live there and there are some weird ass people you don't wanna meet.'' And then, two days later he goes missing! I know that something is wrong, and I'm going to find out what…I…I really hope he's not dead, he deserves better…
"Hey Bebe have you seen Wendy?" Can I just have some peace and quiet, please?
"Uh, yeah...why?"
"I'm searching for Stan. I thought he might be with Wendy."
"Well, she is at a debate club meeting…wait…I thought you were at the debate club too, Kyle." In other words, leave me alone…
"I am! Holy shit, I totally forgot about it! Thanks Bebe, if you see Stan tell him to meet me outside school in one hour and a half! Bye!"
"Bye, Kyle!"
Okay, so what can it be? A murder? A suicide? An accident? A kidnap? A rape? No, no it can't be! It has to be something else! I know it! I know that it's not just a normal case of dissappearance, it's something more… Oh Kenny, are you doing okay?
"Bebe!"
Oh God!
"Yeah? Who called me?''
"Hey Bebe!''
"Oh, Hey Red…''
"I just wanted to tell you that I found this post stick in your locker, just so you know." She said as she handed it to me.
"Well, I have to go now. Bye Bebe! See you at Sunday!"
"Bye and thanks Red!'' I said as I wave to her.
'Don't get too close to the fire. You will burn yourself.'
What? Maybe Wendy trying to tell me to stop worrying about it or I might get hurt…but…why didn't she signed it? This is really weird…
Oh well, it's three o' clock already, time to go!
Oh there is Stan!
"Hey Stan!"
"Oh hey Bebe! I was looking for you!"
"Really? Why?"
"Yeah…I found this between your books I borrowed from you last week. It's a card or something, must be pretty important, has an envelope and everything. I thought you might have forgotten it there so here you go!"
"What? But I have never seen it before!"
"Well, I don't know, but it has your name on it, so it's yours."
"Okay, thanks Stan, oh, and Kyle told me to tell you to meet him outside school in…'' I said as I look at my clock. ''thirty minutes."
"Great. Thanks Bebe, See yah!"
"Bye Stan, thank you too!"
Okay, this is getting really weird. Two notes?
Okay, just have to open this and….
'Not all the familiar friendly faces are the safer.'
…What?
Someone left me a card with an envelope, closed and with my name on it, just to be a paper with a 9-word sentence?
This is getting kind of scary now…
Why would someone…?….Is this some kind of joke? Well, it's not funny then! Must be Cartman at his lame attempts at jokes, that fucking fattass he's so full of shit, he should just take all his crap and put it up his-
HOLY SHIT!
And of course I had to fucking yell. I always have to make a big deal of everything.
What am I talking about? I have the damn right to yell! I just saw...Oh God, no!
….What the fuck? Did I just...? No…No!
"What's wrong Bebe?"
"Bebe?"
"Bebe!"
What? Who's calling me? Someone is shaking me…Heidi? Did you see that?
"Bebe!" What!
"Bebe, please, answer to me!"
What!
"Bebe? Please, are you okay? Say something!" No! I'm not okay! Did you see that too?
"Bebe!"
"No…" My voice sounds more like a whisper to myself…
"Tell me what's going on…"
"…Did you…? Please tell me you saw him too!" Oh my God…maybe it was just my imagination…maybe I am crazy!
"Who? Bebe, who?"
"I saw him! In that window! I swear!"
"Who?"
"Kenny!"
"Kenny?"
"I saw Kenny!"
"Bebe, it's not funny! You know I liked him! Stop!" She told me with a serious face thought she looked like she was about to cry.
"B-but I swear I saw him! He was there!" I say as I point to the window but I didn't realize that I was crying… "Your mind is just playing tricks on you. He was not there. It's all in your head, it's all-" Shut up.
"I fucking saw him!"
''Bebe! Wait!''
"Shut up! It's not true! All of you shut up and leave me the fuck alone! I'm not fucking crazy!"
"Bebe! Kenny's dead! " For some reason, I find that ironic.
I just fucking saw Kenneth fucking McCormick! I have to fucking tell someone! Someone has to fucking believe me! I fucking know it was him, I know those fucking eyes anywhere!
Oh God, I need help...
Sorry if it's not worth it, and I also know it's a really short chapter and has a lot of typos... This is my first fic (it isn't an excuse so I don't get flames, just thought you may wanna know.) and I actually dreamed this and I really liked it so I wrote it. And obviously English is not my main lenguage and I had to learn it on my own with internet tutorials so I'm deeply sorry if it sucks donkey balls...I'll hopefully edit it later...
And if for some strange reason someone likes it, the next chapter will be up soon!
