A/N: OK, I was in a South Park mood (a result of watching three straight hours of it) and listening to the song Bother by Stone Sour when I decided to make this. My mood and what I'm listening to at the moment normally reflects in my writing and if any of you have ever heard the song Bother then you might understand why I wrote this.
Reviews: I appreciate reviews. Honestly I do. The point of the matter is though, if I dont get at least three reviews for this by Thursday then I more then likely will take it down.
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way or form, own South Park.
Do they even care anymore?
I, Kenny McCormick, am smarter than most people think. They think I'm a stupid, poor nothing of a kid. It's OK though. Honestly it is. Because I'm different. I know I'm different. Maybe not better, but at least I'm not pathetic sheep like them.
Theres a reason I'm different, you see. It's because I die. I dont stay dead though. No, that would be to easy. God brings me back to life every time I die. By now your probably either thinking A. I'm on crack or B. God must really love me.
Both thoughts are wrong. Despite what some think, I have never done crack. The reason B. cant be true is because I believe that God hates me. Why else would he bring me back to the hell hole that is my life? Why else would he even put me there in the first place?
There was a period where I got to go to Heaven and stay there, but it was to good to last. I think God only let me go there so he could rip it away from me later for spite.
I think my friends were sad for a little bit when I first died. I'm sure they were. At least a little bit anyway.
But lately I've been wondering if they still care when I die. They replaced me before, whats stopping them from doing it again? I often ask myself "Do they even care if I die anymore?" As soon as I ask myself that I know the answer.
No. They Don't.
A/N: Did you guys like it? I hope so. Poor Kenny... I had in mind the episode "Kenny Dies" when I wrote it.