Pain was nothing new to the blonde boy in the orange parka. He'd witnessed pain and abuse all his life. He'd died numerous times in the past only to wake up at home in bed. But somehow this pain was different. It was more enjoyable as he traced the blade down his smooth, pale skin.
"Ken? Are you in here?" a voice came from outside his door.
"Yeah." he replied, muffled by his hood. The door opened and he quickly covered his arm, blood soaking into the inside of his parka once again.
"Hey Kenny." the young Jewish teen entered. Kenny pulled his hood down, his chain earrings that lined his left ear swayed from the movement.
"Hey Kyle." he replied weakly as he felt the blood leaking over his arm. Kyle sat beside his blonde friend on the bed.
"You weren't at school again dude, are you sick?" Kenny nodded, lying to his longtime friend as his vision began to fade in and out. "You aren't looking so good Ken, why don't you lay down?" Kyle's face filled with worry as Kenny followed orders.
"Maybe you-you're right Ky, I should p-probably lay down." he flopped down still clad in his parka. He could feel the blood pooling in the sleeve. "fuck, why hasn't it stopped?" he thought as his eyes fell shut and a wave of exhaustion swept through his body. "It always stops by now!" his mental voice was frantic yet his body was slowly growing more tired. There was silence for a moment before he felt his parka unzip followed by someone attempting to remove it. Not long after there was a gasp.
"Ken! What have you done?!" Kyle's voice wavered with sadness as Kenny opened his heavy lids and looked into the deep green eyes of the Jewish boy who gaped in shock at his friends wrist.
"Don't worry Kyle." Kenny said softly as he felt the life draining from him. "I'll be back tomorrow." his eyes closed at last and the final thing he heard and felt was his red haired friend sobbing into his chest.
"You bastard Ken." Kyle sobbed "you killed yourself." Kenny watched from the Grim Reapers side as his parents and siblings rushed into the room.
"Its time to go, Kenneth McCormick." Kenny sighed as Death spoke to him.
"Yeah, I know the drill dude." Kenny moved from the reapers side over to his distressed sister, hugging her in his celestial form. "I'll be back Karen, I promise." then he walked past his brother who stood staring dumbly at his corpse, past his parents who were arguing over whose fault it had been, and over to the adolescent Jew. "Kyle, don't take this so hard... I-I didn't mean for you to see this." he hugged Kyle, who was still sobbing into his unmoving chest, from behind and affectionately kissed away a tear from the Jewish boys cheek. Kyle lifted and gently touched the place he'd been kissed. With that, Kenny took hold of Deaths scythe and left to his second home for the remainder of the evening.