-Rahh rahh warnings outside. I already had a nice reviewer that said the details were kinda sketchy which leads me to actually saying that it's basically Kenny's brain melting down without Butters. Maybe I'll lengthen in the future, maybe not. o uo-
(THANK YOU NICE REVIEWER PERSON. :)
And I stood. I stood paralyzed. My feet were frozen in the melted snow. It was hard to breathe in the thick air. It was cold outside, but I was warm. My vision was cloudy and blurred by the smoke. I felt blind, but I could see. Destruction, weeping… Time was slowed. I saw her. She wept for him. I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't hear the sirens or the engines or the yelling… The bright red coloured trucks went away. I stared hazy-eyed at the heap of wood. That's all it left… They draped a blanket over her. The nice men did. They held her and brought her to the white truck. Her husband left her side. He walked over to me. He spoke. I still heard nothing. Not a word. I stared. I stared at the heap of wood. He started to cry. He draped his arms around me and wept. He apologized. He wouldn't stop apologizing… the man that hated me wept on my shoulder. Wept for his son…
I stood there again. I crossed the caution tape and stood on the sidewalk of the scorched house. My friends stood beside me. Even that bastard did. He hadn't cracked a single joke. I was in too much shock to be impressed… Kyle was muttering something to me. I wasn't listening. They walked away with saddened expressions. Stan touched my shoulder in sympathy before he walked away.
I stood. I stood in all black from earlier that day. They wanted me to say something in honour, but my voice didn't work… I must have looked like an ass.
I stood there again. I had tried going to school. I just ended up getting sent to the counselor. I didn't go. I went to stand there. I stood there and thought. I wondered why it had to be your house. Why it had to be you. You didn't deserve it…
I stood. They had put up a fence. They were cleaning up the rubbish. I didn't cross the fence. Maybe it was for the better…
I lay. I refused to move from my bed. I still hadn't eaten. I went there that night. I stood where your house once did. Where we would sit on your couch, watch your TV, play your games, eat your mom's cooking… Where I would laugh with you, hold you, kiss you, love you… It was gone. Your house was gone. And you were gone. And my happiness was gone.
I fell. I fell to my knees in front of the statue in the church. I stayed after everyone left the proper funeral. I wouldn't go to the graveyard. You weren't going down there… You were gone. Body and soul. I screamed at the statue. I asked it why, I told it to give you back to me. I said I hated it for taking you. I wept for the first time. Everything pent up from the week was let go. The statue didn't move. It didn't speak. It stared the same stare. It didn't answer me. I wanted it to, but it wouldn't. I couldn't stop crying…
I sit here writing this last message. I sit atop the highest building in South Park. There are sirens blaring below me. They know I'm up here. They know what I'm going to do. They know why I'm going to do it… It's my last day without you. I'm standing now. Right at the edge. The whole town is below me. I see the police, the firemen, the paramedics, our friends… Even my parents. They're all yelling. Some officers run in the building. They think they're going to stop this… I'm laughing a little on the inside. But I can't stay without you. It's time for my final death. It's time for Kenny to be dead for good. I miss you, Leopold Stotch. I have to see you again. I stand here. They see me. I'm taking the final step...
