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Warning: This story contains character death and dark thoughts.
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Legacy Scars (Chapter 10)-The Reflecting
"I'll try."
That was the last thing he told me before I got this huge pressure in my chest and I felt guilty. I still feel guilty.
When we were talking, he seemed like he was going to do exactly what the bastard had done. I had to make sure at that moment what Kenny was not going to kill himself. I knew he wasn't, at least not right then. I just felt his sadness, and I know he needed space. But, I shouldn't have given it to him. Sometimes, even though people want to be, they cannot be left alone.
And now, he's been gone for a week. All I know is that Butters is talking to him via text message. To me, that is unacceptable. I've already given him a week to handle his shit, so now I'm taking action…
…By going to his male friends because I am not that close to him. Yeah, he's my friend, but I don't have that connection with him like the guys do. Of the four of them, I'm close to him the least. I'm closest to Stan the most because he's by ex-boyfriend and still one of my best friends, Kyle second because of how much he hangs with Stan, Butters third because he's Butters, and Kenny last because we have almost nothing in common.
"Okay, boys, we need to talk about our friend Mr. Kenny McCormick." I say to Stan, Kyle, and Butters who are currently gathered in my junior-class-president office. It's after school right now, and I have the only other key to my office; the administration has the original.
"Looks like you beat me to it, Wendy. I was actually going to do this same thing in two more days. Looks like great minds really do think alike" Kyle says to me. That they do, Kyle. That they do.
"What are you both talking about?" Stan asks, and I can't be surprised. No matter how well he is doing academically in high school, he is still the same, dense boy I had once loved.
"You do the honors, Wendy. After all, you called this meeting." Kyle says to me, and I do not hesitate to follow in that command.
"Butters, what you're doing with the texts is amazing. But, I think we, especially Kyle, can all agree, that it is not nearly enough. We need to figure out what's wrong with him, and we need to figure out what's wrong with him now." I say, and I can see Kyle mouth something in agreement.
"How? It's not like he's been telling me anything. I haven't been pushing; I don't want him to take something the wrong way. But he hasn't been giving me anything to work with." Butters speaks up, and this is what I was afraid of.
"See? That's what I mean. Butters is afraid if saying something wrong because he feels that Kenny will pull a shit-head-fat-ass move and do what he did. Right, Butters?" I see him nod. "I was afraid of the exact same thing when he came to me last week during my office hours. He just looked like he was giving up when I told him I couldn't do, and didn't want to, do what he wanted. Do you guys know what he wanted? Did he tell you, Butters?" I look over to Butters, who just shakes his head. The other boys look confused as well.
"Damn it! Okay, he wanted me to put on a memorial for the bastard. I told him I couldn't, but he saw through it. He downright asked me if I wanted to, and I said no. Then I told him it was because not only I hated him, but we all did. Then, he just kind of broke. I told him to take care of himself. That was the last time I saw him." I finish telling the boys what had happened last week, and I see some wheels turning in their heads.
"We're heading over there right now, damn it!" Stan says and gets out his phone. He holds a number down and immediately puts it on speaker-phone.
"Hello? Stan?" It's Kenny! I feel my heart racing; I don't know if this is good or bad.
"Dude, we're coming over. Don't try to stop us." Stan says, but not hanging up.
"Wait! Wait! Can you do me a favor first, then?" He sounds very desperate. What the hell is up with him?
"If it means we will see you, then yes. What is it?" Stan asks, and I have to admit that I am very curious.
"I need a bottle of air freshener. Febreze or something. And get here in an hour or two. I need to clean up, take a shower, you know." That's…a very odd request.
"Okay, Kenny. We trust you. We'll be there in two hours." Stan says, before we all hear a sigh of relief.
"Okay, thanks. Bye." And the line disconnects.
"Wendy, what do you make of that?" Stan asks me.
"Like hell if I know. I just know that I'll give you the money for the air freshener. It's the least I can do. I can just take it out of the junior-class budget. It's ten dollars at most; it won't be missed.
I've…done that a bit, actually. I take very small amounts out over some time. I need money! It is hard being a girl in high school without a job who needs makeup and clothes and other such things that a girl needs! I deserve it, I think!
"Are you sure? Can't you get in trouble?" Butters asks me, and I wave it off.
"I won't get caught. Trust me." I know I won't; the school does not keep as best records as it could. And I've calculated it out anyway when I read the rules of expense reporting; as long as I take no more than six percent of the current balance, it just needs to be reported as 'miscellaneous expenses.' So, my personal expenses are miscellaneous, in my book!
"You're so cunning. Why did we break up again? Just kidding, but you are awesome." Stan says, and I chuckle at that. I'm so glad we parted on the best of terms; I still love him, but like a best friend. I didn't tell him that I like chubby and bigger guys, because I am still embarrassed about it. But, he knows it wasn't his fault. And I'm good. He's good. We're good.
"Thanks, Stan. And good luck to you, guys. Please keep me informed." I say as I hand them the ten dollar bill from the junior-class treasury safe, and I remember to write it down as 'miscellaneous' in the record book.
"Will do. Bye, Wendy." Kyle says, and they head off.
I'm hungry. I'll just take another five dollars and get myself something to eat…
A/N: First, I want to apologize for an inconsistency in the previous Wendy chapter. I said there throughout that it was sophomore class, but I later changed it to junior class to fit with other ideas I had. And, yeah. What can I say? This seems like something Wendy would do. Did you all like this chapter? There are only two or three left! Also, don't forget to review!