Hey guys, finally I have a day off from work. I was gonna spend it sleeping all day but just for you guys I decided to write another chapter :P

So many shocks had occurred today, it was a wonder I was dealing with it all so well. First I found out that this whole time Kenny's been a girl. Then I stood up for her to Eric, Eric Cartman, my main tormentor since elementary school. And if that's not enough, he ends up drowning Kenny for it and she almost dies!

I still can't believe she survived. I was sure I'd lost her for a while there. If she'd died it would have been my fault. I don't think I would have ever forgiven myself. I never realised how much I valued her friendship before. Sure we'd been friends, but we'd never really been close. Most of the time when we hung out it was in a group. Today had been the first time we'd really spent time alone.I couldn't help stopping by her house after school to check on her. Kenny's house is pretty small, but it's not as bad as Cartman had made it seem. Actually it's pretty normal, well except for the weird ritual stuff in Kenny's room. I didn't want to pry into it though, Kenny obviously doesn't want to share and to be honest Kenny scares me. Not in a Cartman way, but in a "I don't think I wanna know" kind of sense.

Kenny was always someone I looked up to, even now that I know she's a girl, I still think she's one of the toughest people I know. Not once in all my years of knowing Kenny, have I seen anything get to her. She doesn't cry, or get afraid or let people push her around like I do. It's like she's not afraid of anything. She has a seriousness about her that is kind of intimidating at times. Most of the time Kenny is immature and swears a lot. But rare instances every now and then, she'll say something deep and much beyond her years, like she knows things, dark things that normal teens shouldn't. Although those moments are fleeting, you get a glimpse to a side of a Kenny that was much darker than the usual light-hearted Kenny we thought we knew. I think it's because of this everyone has an unspoken respect for Kenny.

When we were young and played superheroes, she was always taking it a little more seriously than everyone else. Even though I wasn't really part of the gang, being a villain, I was in the cell enough of the time to feel that way. Once Cartman was kicked out, Kenny was the obvious choice for leader. Nobody seemed to argue that Mysterion, her alter ego, was by far the most serious and determined of the group. It was in her moments as Mysterion that we saw that serious side appear more present. It was as if Mysterion was a direct outlet for that personality, and trust me nobody wanted to go against that side of Kenny. Except maybe Cartman, he never held that respect we all had for Kenny. Although, he didn't respect anyone but himself anyway.

It's strange to think that same Kenny who I've been intimidated by all this time is the girl I see now. She seems much gentler, her thin frame curled up next to me .As my mind wanders to the memory of her lifeless form when she'd died this afternoon, I obey the sudden urge to wrap my arms around her. Like I need to cling to her so I won't lose her again. It's pleasantly comfortable being with her like this. We don't even have to say anything. We just sit there watching the movie.

It was pretty late when Kenny's family finally got home. Apparently Kenny's mum had gotten really sick that afternoon. They'd been at the hospital. Kenny's siblings had been taken out of school to join them but because Kenny had already left, she wasn't notified.

Upon seeing Kenny her mother grips her in a tight hug."Oh Kenny I was so scared. I thought it had been real this time. When I saw all that blood…oh my baby. I thought I'd lost you" she mutters in a hushed tone. First I had assumed her mother must have heard the news about this afternoon until I heard the blood comment. Curiosity sparked in me but I knew it wasn't my place to ask. The atmosphere in the room was tense with raw emotion. I took that as a sign I should leave. After a quick goodbye to Kenny, she waves to me still clutched in her mother's embrace looking as confused by her actions as I am.

I couldn't help the sobs trail down my cheeks as I held my little girl close. She's alive, my baby's alive! This afternoon had been the worst experience of my life. I was used to the familiar bump appearing in my stomach after one of my daughter's deaths, that was normal. What was not normal was what happened next. I had a miscarriage. The event was so unexpected and horrifying I immediately called for my husband. He immediately raced me to the hospital and the doctors notified me I had in fact, lost my baby. I couldn't tell them it was impossible. That this was no normal pregnancy. It had to be some horrible mistake.

Then came the fears. What if there wasn't going to be another pregnancy? What if the curse was somehow broken and that had been Kenny's last resurrection? Was my daughter gone forever? Her real death finally occurring as I'd always feared? I hadn't even been able to speak the trip home. A deafening silence had fallen between my husband and I. Only the two of us knew what this might mean. Our two other children had no idea that they're sister may be gone forever. All they knew was they'd lost a sibling they'd never even knew was coming.

Kenny patted my back comfortingly, trying to soothe me. I looked up at her and saw the questioning look in her eyes. But I couldn't explain. I couldn't tell her that it was our fault she was forced to a life of constant pain and suffering. I couldn't admit that it was our foolishness that had cursed her to relive her death over and over. I couldn't confess to her that we were such awful parents that we'd sold the entire future of our child away to some cult for something as measly as free beer. Tears of both guilt and relief flowed down my cheeks now as I once again, as I'd done so many times over the years, let myself break down in regret.