Disclaimer: I do not in ANY WAY own South Park.

Warning: This story contains character death and dark thoughts.

A/N: Okay. I still have no idea what I am doing for this story. But, here's Chapter 2. I hope you all like it!

Also, please review!

Here it is:

Legacy Scars (Chapter 2)-The Rock

I unlock my locker and sift through the mess and look for my Spanish Introduction textbook. I am so tired from last night.

Last night…was one of the worst nights of my life. The only other times nights were worse was the series of days when I thought Kyle was going to die because he needed a kidney, the night when my parents almost started getting physical in a fight, and the night before a final last year in a class I was barely passing and the final would have either brought me up to a B or would have failed me. Last night…

Cartman killed himself last night.

And, I don't know what to think. But that's not why last night was bad. Yeah, he killing himself kind of sucked, but last night was bad because I realized how close Kyle and I were to getting killed. He could have ran us over when he drove into the damn pond!

I actually think I may be in shock. I'm not really feeling anything towards his death. The police and divers asked us so many questions, and it felt like an interrogation. They even accused us of having something to do with it!

That was when Kyle had enough of that. So, he made up the best lie. He said that we were secret boyfriends and were meeting up away from our parents and then Cartman showed up. That was such an amazing lie because it is actually a bit believable; after all, this town is kind of anti-gay, so it would make sense we would meet up alone if we were together. All we were doing was just hanging out. Then the fatass had to come and wreck shit up like he always does.

All I think about is that he ruined our night. It's not clicking that he's dead, that he'll never talk to us or torment us or annoy us or anything. All I feel is him being absent from school today is that it'll be a day of peace and quiet.

When we met at the nearest bus stop, which still runs for high school, nothing was said. Kyle and I were tired from the interviews, Butters was looking at the ground like he usually does, and Kenny was…oddly quiet.

They can't ask us about the scene because they don't know that we were there. The only ones who know are the cops and divers, Kyle and myself, and our parents when they picked us up after (who luckily didn't ask questions). Nobody else knows, and I hope it stays that way.

"Why do you think he did it?" Someone behind me asks, and I am shocked to see Kenny without his hood on. His eyes are red, and he must have been crying.

"I don't know, dude. He must have been depressed; I guess he was bored with life." I say to him, not feeling any emotion towards the situation.

"What the fuck does 'bored with life' mean, dude? Don't you care that he's gone? Don't you give a shit that our fucking friend is dead? That he fucking killed himself?" Kenny screams at me, and I just…don't get it.

"It means he made a choice and didn't want to be alive anymore." I don't bother to try to answer his other questions. I don't want anyone to see me as a psychopath who doesn't have emotions and doesn't care about his friends.

"Really? He made a choice? So what if Kyle made that choice? Would you react in the same way?" He asks, and I push Kenny against the locker.

"Don't you dare speak about Kyle like that. Just because your quote-unquote 'best friend' killed himself and didn't come to you doesn't mean Kyle, my real best friend would. We tell each other everything." I say and He pushes me off of him.

Kyle and I are best friends. We once made a pact that even when we were in a fight and hated each other, we would still call and answer if we needed something, no matter what. And he did. He answered the phone when I called when we were in an especially rough fight. That told the both of us that our friendship is special.

"Fuck you, Stan!" He shouts and walks away after punching, and leaving a dent in, the locker I just had him against. I don't bother to respond to him.

I have to get to Spanish class.

A/N: Okay. So, this chapter wasn't nearly as long as I had hoped. I was originally going to give one chapter and one only for each character (though they can appear in others like Kenny did here). But, I have an idea of what I can do. I can revisit characters as the story progresses, and I can give emphasis to individual reactions, etc. So, I like to think of this story as an experiment in a different type of story, one that is non-linear. I hope you all enjoyed this second chapter. Also, don't forget to review!