Your Not Alone.
Your not alone. Your not alone. Your not alone.
These are the words I heard a few hours before, I was alone. Lieing, isn't a sin. Not telling the truth is. And this was the truth for they had not spoken the words directly, only comfortingly. ' Your not alone. ' and I wasn't for the time being. So to be quite frank they didn't lie.
Ghostly fog covered the entire city that was drenched in powdery white snow, Crunch Crunch Crunch echoed through the wind as my feet dug themselves in the cold substance, over and over as I walked. Ahead was a light, a blindingly bright light. But instead of shielding my eyes from such light, I stared. It was consuming me in its florescence, the rays of light beating on my ivory skin.
But I was use to this light, I knew the signs, I knew where I was and where I was heading. I was dieing.
My name is Kenny McCormick, and I am seventeen years old and I attend North Park High. And I'm dieing. But if you knew me, this wouldnt be a shock more of like a usual thing. I die alot, nobody knows why and neither do I not even my own parents. But I always come back.
What I fear the most is one day I wont. Oh wait, rewind. I use to fear this. But now I only wish to die, I hate going back and forth. Dieing on a regular basis.
This isnt normal for a ordinary teenage guy. I know this because Im pretty sure not any of my other friends die every other day but soom freak accident.
What I'm trying to say is, my name is Kenny McCormick and I just wanna die.