A/N:

Goddamn it's been a while since I last updated my profile, but I've made some changes. I've changed my name from bartlyokosimpson to butterspwnslol, deleted two of my stories and kept one (haven't seen C:L in a while, but I might get around to it so something to look forward to), so if I get any ideas I'll try to update. I've taken a great liking to South Park, and instead of doing lame-ass romance stories, I've decided to take a crack at drama and tragedy (although it won't be very depressing since I'm still as crappy a writer as ever), but whatever, it's worth a try right? It's kind of a stream-of-consciousness/first person writing style investigating a tragic event in South Park history and how all the S/P characters (who are aged to 17 and in High School) are coping. R&R or I'll cry :( !

-butterspwnslol-

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SOUTH PARK

March 18th, 2016

Through the doors I hear them crying. I hear them all crying, their tears splashing against the ground and now I feel like crying too. She was not my best friend, nor a close friend, but I wish I could talk to her now more than anyone; she always comforts me when I'm upset. That's the kind of person she is: Kind, caring, compassionate, and friendly to everyone. She's always been especially kind to me when I'm down. She's especially smart and knows just what to say to make me feel better. I wish I knew her better. She seems like the type of person one would enjoy spending time with. She will be missed.

I enter the room and immediately my depression intensifies; a myriad of people wearing nothing but black clothing chat amongst each other and cry simultaneously. My heart sinks as I walk around the seated mourners and head to the front of the room. A tear rolls down my cheek as I lightly sob; I see her. Bouquets of flowers surround her; her mahogany casket would normally compliment her pleasing complexion; now her face looks pale and without feeling. She looks empty.

Some more tears roll down my face, and I decide to take a seat. I look just like everyone else in the crowd; dark depressing clothing with a pale teary face. The only person who stood out I ended up sitting next to. He smelled like salt and cheap cologne. His face was especially red and tears seemed to continuously stream from his eyes (I only saw his left eye since I was sitting to his left, but I assumed they came from both). They were the loves of each others' lives, and I feel especially bad for him. To have her taken from him in a cruel act of God- I can only empathize. I decide to greet the poor boy.

"Hello Stan," I say to him. He looks at me and blinks twice.

"Oh." He sniffs. "Hello Butters. It's nice to see you here today. I'm sure she would be happy to know that you were here to say goodbye to her."

"Well, I didn't know her very well but she was always a nice person. Whenever she heard crying from the boy's bathroom, she always came in to comfort me," (she knew it was always me because I was the only boy who was sensitive enough to cry in school) "even if it made her late for class, and I know that if something happened to me, she would be the first person I would want to talk to."

"Well," he says "whatever your reasons are, I'm glad you're here. It's nice to see a friend here today."

"Eric, Kyle, and Kenny aren't here?"

"Kyle's a little late, he already called. The fat-ass isn't here, and I don't think he'll come until the reception so he can eat. Kenny died yesterday, but he probably won't make it in time for the eulogy.

"Oh. Well we can keep talking until one of them arrives."

"Thanks, Butters. It's always nice to have someone to comfort you when you're depressed."

Comfort. It reminds me of her. She was not my best friend, nor a close friend, but she would comfort me. I feel tears coming on the more I think of her. Her compassionate nature, her kind soul, and her tragic end; it brings me to tears. I tell him I need some fresh air and decide to step out of the building for a little while.

Well, that's the end to Part 1 of Why I'm Not Here. I don't really have a whole lot to say except that damn is it short. You'd be surprised to learn that this entire thing took me 2 and a half hours to write :O ! Also if you see any spelling or grammar mistakes here (particularly "your" in place of "you're" which I caught two instances of and edited by myself), please tell me so I may fix them. Those kind of errors annoy the hell out of me :( so make sure to tell me if you notice them. Don't forget to leave a review about what you thought of the first part of the story.