A/N: First, I just want to apologize for my absence. My computer was not working, but don't worry! Why? Because I got a new one! Yay, I can publish again! Second, I want to thank everyone for the comments! I loved the constructive criticism and compliments! I just got this pc about an hour ago and I was motivated so much I started writing right away! Okay, that's all! Thank you!

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park nor am I affiliated with it in any way.

Warning: Suicidal actions. Do not read is this is triggering to you.

Chapter Four: Immortality

Fae's POV:

I let out an ear shattering scream as Kenny lay lifeless on the ground. The blood was pouring from his forehead, dripping down his face, and soaking into his parka. I made a move to grab for him, but I was instead grabbed by my mother. She pulled me into the house and threw me down onto the floor.

"Stay in this house and don't fucking come out!" She screeched.

I couldn't move.

Mom went out the door and slammed it shut.

I couldn't move.

I could hear screaming from my mom. She was yelling at what surly had to be 911.

I couldn't move.

The other half of the bottle she had thrown out the door was on the floor, along with a cigarette.

I couldn't move.

It's all my fault. Everything is my fault. All I do is ruin lives, and apparently cause them to end. I always try so hard to be good. To do as I'm told. To be kind. But it all gets me nowhere. My efforts have never gotten me anywhere! Even though I try…so hard.

"F-f-Fae?" Whimpered Serenity, my little seven year old sister. She was slowly creeping down the stairs.

"What did you do?!" I spat at her.

"I…"

"He's dead!" I cried and stood up.

"D-dead? I know…"

"Not Dad you idiot! Kenny!" I yelled. By this time she was down the stairs. She took a step back.

"Kenny…?" She whispered. Her big green eyes welled with tears. She had my mom's eyes, and I hated it. She looked just like her.

"My f-f…" No, I couldn't call him that. Not after what just happened. "My friend!" I covered my mouth. I said it. How could I say that?

"You made a friend, Fae?" She asked softly.

"It doesn't matter! He's dead now!" I ran past her and up the stairs. I threw open my door and slammed it shut.

I can't take this!

I locked the door. I walked to my bed and felt around under it until my hand touched something cold. I grabbed it. As I pulled it out, I stopped crying.

Would I finally be coward enough to do such a cowardly thing?

I held the small handgun to my head and flipped off safety. I sat there on the floor, my hand shaking, for what seemed like hours.

"I guess not…" I whisper as I dropped the gun. I jumped up angrily and kicked the wall. "Shit!" I grabbed my foot, hopping on one leg. I waited for the pain in my big toe to subside before picking up the gun again and flipping safety back on. I tossed it back under my bed.

"One day." I murmured. All of a sudden a wave of exhaustion washed over me, sucking me into the bed. I fell asleep almost as soon as my head touched the pillow.

Kenny's POV:

"Dude! Talk about a date gone wrong!" Teased Stan. I rolled my eyes.

"How much of the date do you think she'll remember?" Asked Kyle.

"It wasn't a date guys. I was just showing around town. She probably won't remember any of it. Most likely, she'll just think she stayed at home." I sighed. I kick some snow with my brown boots.

"Sorry Kenny. That sucks, I know you like her."

"Yeah, dude… Hey, where's Cartman?" Kyle looked around as if he were hiding behind a tree or something.

"He's probably scared of Fae, so he had his mom drive to school. That or he stayed home pretending to be sick." Stan laughed. I giggled at the thought Cartman clutching his knife, shaking as he guards his door scared shitless.

The sound of crunching snow catches my attention.

"Oh, hey Fae!" I waved. Fae froze, dropping her backpack. I looked at my friends. She started quivering and pointed a finger at me. Her mouth was moving, but no words were coming out. Confused and worried, I started running over to her. She stumbled backwards and fell. Stan and Kyle appeared by my side as we reached her.

"Hey, are you-"I was cut off.

"You're ALIVE?!" It was my turn to freeze. Stan and Kyle stared dumbfounded at the two of us. She looked terrible. Her hair was messy and unbrushed, her clothes weren't fixed right on her body, and her left cheek was red and bruised. My eyes bored into hers. Her eyes bored into mine.

There was no way. No fucking way.

Fuck.

A/N: Haha, another cliff hanger! Don't worry though, I'll type up the next one very soon! By the way, I am going to start publishing another South Park story, so don't forget to check it out! Well…

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