Disclaimer: I do not in ANY WAY own South Park.
Warning: This story contains character death and dark thoughts.
A/N: Here's an idea I've been toying around with for a while, and I think I developed it enough into something that can actually be read. I don't know where this will end up, I don't know if there will be any plot. This is literally me making it up as I go along. Otherwise, I hope you all enjoy.
Also, please review!
Here it is:
Legacy Scars (Chapter 1)-Prologue
I do miss my Mom, but nothing will bring her back. Even before she died, it was a death sentence. She had a malignant brain tumor…but the only symptom she shown was her excessive libido.
Why the fuck was everyone in this town so retarded and not realize she could have been sick? I was only eight when I was told she was a "whore;" I didn't know a goddam thing about anything! Nobody in this freaking place cares about anyone. Everyone in this hell-hole is amazingly self-centered, even more-so than I am. But I'm not eight anymore. I'm sixteen now, and I know what I want to do.
I'm glad this day is here because now I can die. I wasn't going to do it while she was still alive; she didn't deserve that pain added to the already excruciating cancer treatment. But now that she's gone, I can finally do it…
…I'm going to kill myself.
I hate my life, and I always have. I think that's why I am anti-gay, anti-Semitic, anti-women, anti-everything. I hate myself and life so much that I want everyone to feel hate and hate everything too. I guess misery does love company.
I have done so many bad things to so many people. Kenny, Token, Wendy, my half-brother Scott…then there're Butters and Kyle. I did so many awful, unspeakable thing to those two. But I couldn't stop…and I still can't. That's why I have to kill myself; to end my own suffering and to stop spreading this suffering.
I've planned my suicide. I'm going to drive my mother's car, with all the windows down, into Stark's Pond in the dead of the night. Nobody will be there, nobody will be witness. I will drown, go missing, and never be found. Thus ends the life of Eric Cartman…
Because this dude deserves to die anyway.
I want to die suffering. That's why I didn't eat all day, and the last thing I ate was only a cup of instant noodles last night. No final meal, no enjoyment. I will die feeling what I have given others all my life.
I step into my dear, sweet Mother's car. I start the engine, roll down all four windows, and I begin speeding to Stark's Pond. I don't care to follow the rules of the road, I'm going to die and any more suffering I cause would be inconsequential.
I race into the pond's entrance, and I drive right into the Pond. I quickly begin to sink as the car fills with water, when I hear two voices. I look to my right, and I see one Stan Marsh and one Kyle Broflovski. Of course they would be here, probably being fags.
Doesn't matter, I will die. I cannot be saved; the car is almost sinking and the nearest hospital is pretty far away. I don't listen to whatever their voices saying, and I don't care that they're seeing this.
When the car is fully under the water, I know these are the final moments of my life. I feel amazing, and I open my mouth and breathe in…
A/N: First, other chapters will (hopefully) be much longer than this. I needed to be able to set what I actually want to write up. I don't know where this concept came from, whenever I thought it up a good few months ago. Just this morning I figured out how to make it into a story, and I had to write this. This isn't very good, especially because of the lack of detail and very rushed feel, but that main point of the story will be the aftermath. I hope you guys liked it. Also, don't forget to review!