Disclaimer: I do not in ANY WAY own South Park.
Warning: This story contains character death and dark thoughts.
A/N: Well, here's another chapter of this story. I do have a little bit of the next chapter planned out, but this is still a make-it-up-as-I-go-along type of a story with still no real goal in mind. So, with that being said, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
Also, please review!
Legacy Scars (Chapter 7)-The Indifferent
It's been a week since that one night where Kyle and I were almost murdered in a vehicular fashion by that selfish, narcissistic, fatass himself Eric Theodore Cartman…
…And I still don't gave a crap at all.
Maybe I would care if someone I actually liked or cared about had died; no, I definitely would care if someone I liked had died. Like if Kenny, or Butters, or Wendy…or Kyle. I don't know what I would do if any of them even got hurt, let alone killed. But Cartman…
…is not one of those people. I just don't care; I've been going on this past week like nothing has happened, except being worried about Kyle, that is.
I have no real reason to worry about him. I mean, he seems to be doing alright. He hasn't broke down in any way (not that I expect him to), and he hasn't acted any differently. I just worry about him possibly getting flashbacks about that car coming for us. But, I shouldn't. But I do! He's my best friend, my person! How could I not worry about him?
My parents are worried about him and me both. They think we should be acting differently. They think that this is an unhealthy reaction when a friend dies. They key word there is "friend;" because after all, Cartman was never my friend nor was he ever Kyle's friend.
There does come one amazing thing about this whole event, though. A story!
I'm in eleventh grade, and I need to start writing my personal statements for college applications next year. And what better one is the story of dealing with seeing my "friend" commit suicide right in front of the eyes of myself and my best friend in the whole entire world?
Pretty fucking genius if I do say so myself. Who knew him killing himself would be the best thing for my college applications? Sure, it helps that I have a pretty good GPA and SAT score, with an higher-than-average ACT score, some a 5 on the AP Art History exam, and sports, but that's just academics. This story, would be personal…
…Well, not really. I'll fudge it to the max, but it's believable and I can make everything sound like it scarred me permanently and how it makes me look at all my friends and not take anyone for granted or some bullshit like that. This is my ace in the whole for getting into university! And I am definitely going to take full advantage of this golden opportunity.
My parents also finally asked me why Kyle and I were even out there in the first place. They asked me if we were in trouble or doing something bad. I said no to everything; after all, we aren't doing drugs or dealing them or selling weapons or any shit like that. I told them that we were just talking. I did not mention the lie that Kyle had told the cops about our fake relationship; I did not want to freak my parents out or anything like that. Luckily they had accepted that answer, and I can finally let my guard down at home. Shelly's been out of the house for months now, so she has no idea and I have intention on ever telling her anything. This situation is finally over at home.
Though it has made me also worry, outside of home, about another friend besides Kyle. And that friend would be Kenny.
After his little rage at me last week, I haven't seen him. And I had traced his steps after he had seen me. He went to Kyle, then Butters, and finally Wendy. Wendy told me that the last thing he said to her, after she told him to take care of himself, was that he'll try. But after that, he has just ditched this whole previous week.
I've been keeping tabs on him, though. Though I haven't seen him, I know that Butters has been texting him with the prepaid phone we all got Kenny as a gift last year. Butters has been telling us that he's not exactly alright, but he's safe. I guess that's the most important thing.
I don't understand why Kenny is so affected by this. Cartman was an asshole, plain and simple. Maybe it's Stockholm's' Syndrome, as I am learning in my AP Psychology class. Maybe Kenny was just so attached to the abuse that he can no longer function without it and that the very thought of it being gone, let alone the actual reality of it being gone, is just too much for his mind to deal with…
…And that just makes me feel like shit.
I mean, what kind of friend am I? I should try to talk to him! But instead, I'm just being a little pussy and just making sure, via Butters and their texts, that he's not trying to hurt himself.
And Butters…
That kid has been through too much in his young life. I don't know how many times I just see him sometimes and wonder what is going through his head, and wondering how much of it was at the hands of that asshole. I know something really bad happened to him, I don't know what. Kyle told me that Butters came to him once when Cartman did something unforgivable. And to top that off, the poor kid has to deal with being gay as well.
I have been questioning my beliefs these past few months, but even more now. I went to Church when I was a little kid (my parents' influence), and I had always thought that good people would be rewarded. But Butters, the epitome of decent human beings, and Kenny, the most honest person yet one highly respectable stature as well, have been given shit for lives. They do not deserve all they have been put through so far, and they certainly do not deserve the pain we all will feel in our lives. What kind of god would put such amazing people through such torture? I don't know, but if there is a god that's doing this, then that is no god of mine. My God is a god of justice.
Though I am indifferent to the death of that fatass, I am not indifferent to my friends. Kyle, Kenny, Butters, and Wendy all hold special places in my heart. And I will do anything to make sure that all these people that I love, including myself because I do love myself, are happy, healthy, and definitely not alone.
A/N: Yeah, Stan is just kind of the same. I thought I would decide to give some more relevant detail about what he can take out of this rather than an actual reaction because he doesn't really have a reaction. Although, this chapter did allow me to give a solid idea to work on for future stuff if I can work it in. I hope you guys liked this chapter! Also, don't forget to review!
