What happens after death? This is the question that a lot of my friends have asked me because I have died so many times. My answer is this: There is only blackness when you die. I know this because I have experienced it before, and multiple times. The weird thing is that I have not always seen Death itself when I die, and I'm talking about the grim reaper Death. So the thing is this: this time I think I'm dead for good or am I? I still don't know as it just happened to me. I'm trying to find answers right now, and I see that Death is staring me in the face right now. He is asking me what I want to happen in my afterlife, and this question puzzles me because I don't know how to answer. Is it only blackness or is there more to a death when you die for good? I need a lot of answers but I'm guessing whoever knows about this is having the same questions I have, and I probably haven't talked much about myself have I? Okay, let me start from the beginning.
My name is Kenny Mccormick and I'm a ten year old boy who lives in South Park Colorado. I enjoy playing video games, hanging with my friends, and being a daredevil or badass kid. My friends include Kyle and Stan, and this stupid fatass kid named Eric Cartman who likes to rip on others for their differences. He is a racist, fat little bastard but this story isn't about him so let me move on. My story started on a gloomy day when I am diagnosed with a terminal illness. I wake up that morning and feel achy all over without any possible explanation. I try my best to get out of bed but fall to the floor in agonizing pain. I try to scream for my parents, to alert them as to what is happening however I hear their footsteps coming up anyway.
"Kenny?" I hear my name being shouted in an alarmed voice. I see that my parents are standing in the doorway, and they are looking at my very worriedly. "Oh my god!" Then they run out of my room, and I'm wondering: what the fuck are they doing? Then I hear them dialing a number and talking quickly into the phone.
"Our son Kenny, something's happening...please look at him." I close my eyes slowly wondering when the pain will end. What is happening to me? Before my parents get a chance to come back into my room, I am passed out.
I wake up in the hospital. I feel myself still in agonizing pain all over, and then slowly open my eyes with effort. I look around and see my parents and siblings standing around me.
"What is happening here?" My older brother Kevin asks my parents. I look and see that my younger sister Karen is crying her eyes out.
"Is my big brother going to be ok?" She asks. She is hugging our mom and sobbing into her stomach. I look away, and feel sadness overwhelming me. The thing is I've died so many times, and I've always come back don't ask me how because I have no fucking idea how. Anyway, I'm not so sure about this time since there really seems to be something physically wrong with me. I hear footsteps approaching and feel a weight in my stomach plop down.
"Mr and Mrs. Mccormick, I'm afraid your son Kenny has muscular dystrophy and he is going to die." My parents gasp in shock, and Karen starts crying louder and harder again. Kevin looks down, and I see that he is actually worried and scared for me. Am I going to be back from the dead again or not? I wonder...