Everyone's got a problem and nobody wants to solve them. This whole dead-beat town industrialized on the chaos that surged through the dirty streets. Everyone knew one another's name, and every person had a million different versions of themselves.
Looking through the eyes of his long term lover Kenny saw a whole different person than the man he saw in the mirror. He saw different versions of himself in the wreckage he grew up in, in the porcelain angel he'd gifted his mother last Christmas, and as he stared down at his old Mysterion mask. Nobody knew the same Kenny McCormick fully, not even his closest friends. He assumed it was that way with everyone; which had to be why this whole town felt so suffocating. So many versions of people running rampant sinking them all down under the soft Earth. All Kenny knew for sure about himself, was that every single version of himself loved every single version of that damn red-head...
Kenny sat back on a chair. The room smelled like alcohol and cheap tobacco. His messy blonde hair pressed against the navy blue arm chair that smelled like piss and body odor.
His eyes were full of a rage he couldn't contain. The view of his dirt smeared father flooded his senses, causing his chest to bubble with resentment as he opened his mouth. Kyle was somewhere behind it all, green eyes widening in concern.
The words were enough to reach into his soul and rip his heart out. The world was fading to black. His ears were buzzing like sirens causing the sky to fall and crash around him like dirty debris.
"Karen was taken by child protective services this morning, Kenny."
This version of himself was unfamiliar to the red head standing behind his father. He could see the confusion in those green eyes that couldn't even recognize him. Not as he lunged off the couch, his hands wrapping around his fathers throat.
"Kenny! Stop-"
But it was too late. He needed a reset. He saw his fathers eyes glaze over with tears. His heart sunk, his breath coming out ragged and thick. He yanked the gun out of his fathers strap, shoving it down his own throat. He wanted to sleep. He wanted out of here..
"KENNY!"
The sound of the gun banged off every wall and ceiling of that wreck of a house he called a home. His vision faded black, his chest wheezing heavily as if it held the burden of a million bricks stacked on top of him. His head was sore and throbbing in pain.
"Haven't seen you in awhile, Kenneth.."
Gray eyes shot open. Kenny frowned, his eyes finally crashing over with hot tears. He felt the water rippling underneath he boat, his eyes focusing on the phantom like skeletal face of a man he knew well.
"Is it time? I don't want to go back.." Kenny suddenly gasped out through the quiet sobs that wracked his body.
Death looked over the smaller mans shaking frame.
"Not yet, Kenneth. Lets get you back to The Land of The Living."