YAY! I FINALLY HAVE AN ACCOUNT! Oh, well, enough of me. Enjoy my story. Just a few notes before we begin: This is NOT a cutsy pie little drama story, this is horror. This is not for the squeamish.

Prologue - A Promise

The word for that day would have been, 'picturesque'. That is, if days had words to describe them. It was one of those spring days, when everyone was outside, doing something fun. The day, when everything was in full bloom, everything looked pretty. Kyle hated those kind of days.

He used to like them, up until his dad died.

It was a rather gruesome car accident on main street, one wich Kyle survived, but thought he shouldnt have.

Now he sat in the park with his friends, each talking about various things, from people at school to the cluds in the sky.

"Its easy, all you gotta do is find a cloud, and try to figure out what it reminds you of." Said Kenny.

"I think you're a wad, and looking at clouds is gay." This rather rude response came from Eric, a fat and mean boy who cared nothing for his friends.

"I think you're a wad." Kimmy was the only girl in the group, though she didnt feel left out. "Looking at clouds can be fun. See, that one looks like you" She pointed to an oncoming thundercloud.

"AY!"

Stan squinched his eyes and tried to interpret the cloud. He was never good at puzzles, probably because he never even bothered to try. Puzzles, or clouds for that matter, were never his thing.

"I think, it looks like..... spilt milk."

"They ALL look like spilt milk." Said Kyle blandly. He was bored out of his skull, but never said anything about it. In fact, he had been feeling alot of things lately, but had never said anything about it.

"Im so bored, I could DIE." Eric said, and he sounded it.

Afterwords, he felt sorry for saying it. It had only been a few weeks since Kyle's dad's funeral, and Kyle was probably still sad, and didnt want to hear about death. But his responce surprised everyone there.

"I wonder what happens after we die."

Kyle sounded more casual then ever when he said this. So Kenny took the oppurtunity to talk about one of his favourite concepts.

"I think, that when we die, we'll come back as whatever we want."

"Really?" Kimmy said questioningly. "What do you think you'll come back as?"

Before Kenny could answer, Eric spoke "I'll be a bear."

The whole group burst into insane laughter.

"Cartman, you cant be a bear!"

"Why not?! I'm strong, and brave!" He flexed his flabby arms into a strong- man pose. "See? Me strong like bear!" He imitated a caveman, it didnt look hard.

There was more giggles and laughs from the group, but Kyle wasnt laughing. He sat and stared at the sky. Stan was beginning to feel unsettled at his friends silence, he was about to say something reassuring when Kenny broke in.

"What do you think you'll be?"

Stan felt his stomach drop out. Kyle was for sure going to get pissed, or cry or something. How could Kenny be so insensitive? But, when Kyle finally did speak, he sounded fine, as if the past two weeks had been a dream.

"When I go, I'll be a fly."