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Warning: This story contains character death and dark thoughts.
A/N: This reaction was actually what sparked this story in my mind. So, this chapter was especially fun to write, and I hope it will be fun to read as well!
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Legacy Scars (Chapter 3)-The Free
When he drove into the pond, and practically ran Stan and me over like the fucker he is, I will admit that I was afraid. I don't really know what I was afraid of, but I know that I felt scared. So, I was the one who called 911 while Stan was just…kind of frozen and trying to figure out what the hell happened. By that point though, the car was already completely underwater and it can be reasonably assumed that he had drowned himself right then and there anyway.
So, the fat fuck finally killed himself. And I couldn't be happier! After everything that bastard has done to me…he has made my life a living hell. I was considering suicide a few years ago because of that asshole, but Stan convinced me not to. Stan was always there for me, always alleviating some of the pain from Cartman's blows, and always saving me from myself.
I didn't kill myself because I knew people would miss me. I know I have friends. I have Stan, Kenny, Butters, Wendy, and I have many friendly acquaintances in Tweek, Clyde, Token, and the likes of all them. And I still have my parents and my little brother Ike.
That no good, piece of shit, pile of filth never had anyone who loved him, sans his mom. I feel bad that his mother died, because she was a really sweet woman and she did not deserve her illness. She also didn't deserve to have the world's worst son. I like to think that her illness gave her a chance to be free from the fatass, that it gave her a chance to finally rest.
But there was nobody who ever felt of him as a friend. Well, Butters did, at one point, but Cartman crossed too many lines for even Butters to handle. And I took it upon myself to help Butters heal and get over that fucker because I know firsthand what he did. I was not going to let him give Butters to scars that I will be forced to live with every second of the rest of my life.
And I know there are people out there who love me, and knowing that if I did that would devastate them was alone enough to convince me never to do it, no matter how much I am hurting.
But right now, I am not hurting. I am in such bliss I have never felt before. I feel like I can do any fucking thing that I want. I feel like I can take my parents' car for a joyride, I feel like I can get an A on all my tests for the rest of the year without studying, and I feel like I can walk into an adult store and bar without an ID!
I needed humor in my life. Since I got out of my suicidal funk, humor is what always made me feel somewhat happy again. I like to laugh, and I like to make others laugh. It's just that shared feeling of laughing and gayety that really does put a smile on my face.
"Kyle, your best friend is an asshole." Kenny says to me as he sits down in the seat to my right and takes the Chemistry book from my desk.
"Hey, don't say that about Stan. And why is he an asshole? And that's my book, you freeloader." I say the last part in a joyful tone, but Kenny doesn't take not of it.
"But it's true Kyle! He's acting like he doesn't even care that our friend is fucking dead or that he did it to himself." Kenny says, and I have to hold back some laughter.
After all, I don't give a crap; at least, not in the way Kenny wants me to. He's sad about it, and this feels…orgasmic.
"He's probably in shock, dude. People react differently to death. Just give him some time." I respond, not letting on what I actually feel. I don't want people to think that I'm some sort of psychopath or something. And if I know Stan, and I do, he probably is in shock or in denial and just doesn't want to deal with this. All we have talked about this is that we won't tell other people what we saw him do it.
"Well why do you think he did it?" I hear some sort of…sadness and malice in his voice. I know he was Kenny's best friend, but that 'best' isn't a good description. He was an asshole to Kenny as well. I don't why Kenny is so affected like this. But, unlike Cartman, he is my friend. I am going to try to comfort him without telling him what I feel.
"He wanted an escape." I whisper, not realizing what I said until I said it. That's what I wanted when I wanted to kill myself way back when.
"What do you mean?" He responds as the rest of the students start filing into the room.
"Whatever he was feeling, he wanted an escape. I don't think he wanted to die; he just didn't want to feel what he was feeling anymore. He thought that death would be the only way." I'm speaking from experience now. I don't know if Cartman felt any of that, but I did. Kenny doesn't say anything…
…He just gets up, slams the book back on my desk, and walks angrily out the door. I don't bother to go after him, because even though I'm free like his mother and I feel like I can do anything, I can't.
I need to pay attention to my Chemistry.
A/N: Just so you guys know, I do plan on doing eventual character revisits. So, don't think the thousand or so words per character is everything we will get to see of that character. I hope that makes you guys want to keep on reading. Was this chapter good? Also, don't forget to review!
