Disclaimer: I will never own South Park, but I can dream...and I don't own the song I used.
A/N: Damn writers block kept me from updating, but I'm back. I got a song for this chapter. It's called "S.O.S." by Good Charlotte. (Its off their new album) Doesn't exactly fit perfectly, but its close. (song lyrics in little bracket thingys)
Is anybody listening? Can you hear me when I call?
Shooting signals in the air, cuz I need somebody's help.
I can't make it on my own, so I'm giving up myself.
Is anybody listening? Listening.
Eric Cartman sat on his couch watching "Terrance and Philip". The show didn't seem as funny as it did when he was a kid. Cartman couldn't focus on the TV anyway, he had too much on his mind. What was the point to his life? He had no friends and his mother is a crack whore. All he felt was pain. Cartman had always hated everything about himself, but he had never showed it.
I've been standing here and I'm miles away. Making signals in the air hoping they save me.
I lock myself in these walls, cuz out there I'm always wrong. I don't think I'm gonna make it.
So while I'm sitting here on the eve on my defeat. Write this letter and hope it saves me.
Cartman realized he had gotten off the couch and was now walking to where the gun was. He picked it up, letting his fingers run over its cold, smooth surface. If he was going to do it, now was the perfect time, no one was in the house. He boy sat down and wrote is suicide note. It was plain and simple:
"I cannot live anymore. I have done some horrible things in my life and I can't live with myself anymore. My one true love does not love me back. My death will be better for everyone."
And with that he held the gun up to his head, hesitating at first, but then pulling the trigger. After the gunshot, there was a silent stillness that filled the night. Eric Cartman was no longer.
Is anybody listening? Can you hear me when I call?
Shooting signals in the air, cuz I need somebody's help.
I can't make it on my own, so I'm giving up myself.
Is anybody listening? Listening.
News of Cartman's death reached Stan and Kyle early the next morning. The couple was sleeping soundly in Stan's bed when the phone rang.
"Hello?" Stan said sleepily. Kyle sat up, trying to listen to the conversation. He couldn't make out what the woman on the other line was saying, but it didn't sound good.
After saying good-bye, Stan turned to look at Kyle, with a concerned look on his face.
"What is it?" Kyle asked.
"Cartman's....dead," Stan mumbled.
"What?" Kyle jumped, not out of sadness, but purely out of shock.
"Yeah, that was his mom, he killed himself."
"It's because of me isn't it?"
"Part of it," Stan replied.
"Are you...sad?" Kyle wondered.
"I really don't know how to feel, I mean, we've been friends ever since we were kids, but the past few weeks have been...different."
"Yeah..." Kyle said, his voice trailing off. There was something deep inside Kyle, making him feel guilt. Cartman had been he one who raped him, and had always been a dick to him, but there was this something making the redhead feel sadness.
"Let's just sleep, we can talk about it in the morning," Stan suggested.
"Okay," Kyle sighed, as Stan pulled him down on the mattress. But for Kyle, sleep would never come. Thoughts of Cartman would occasionally pass through his mind.
I'm stuck inside my own head and I'm miles away. Would anybody notice if I left this place?
Looking at myself tonight, wondering if I will survive. How the hell did I get so far away this time?
Kenny found out shortly after. He, like the others, didn't know how to feel, there were too many mixed emotions. He groaned, one more thing to go wrong in his life. The blonde buried his face in his pillow, and fell back asleep.
Is anybody listening? Can you hear me when I call?
Shooting signals in the air, cuz I need somebody's help.
I can't make it on my own, so I'm giving up myself.
Is anybody listening? Listening.
Stan, Kyle, and Kenny had all decided to go to Cartman's funeral. They stayed in the back, leaving Cartman's closest relatives to grieve up front. Neither one of the boys were really sure that they were supposed to be here. Over the past few weeks, Cartman had put them all through so much pain. They had never seen that side of him before. The boys didn't stay long. When they left the church, Kenny ran ahead, leaving Stan and Kyle behind.
I'm lost here, I can't make it on my own. I don't wanna die alone.
I'm so scared. Drowning now, reaching out, holding onto everything I know.
Crying out, dying now, I need some help
"Hey, Kenny, were ya going?" Kyle called to him.
"I, uh, gotta go," Kenny yelled back. He hadn't told them that there was a possibility he was gay, and he just wanted to be alone.
Is anybody listening? Can you hear me when I call?
Shooting signals in the air, cuz I need somebody's help.
I can't make it on my own, so I'm giving up myself.
Is anybody listening? Listening
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Sorry if I angered any diehard Cartman fans. I like Cartman, too, but I had to make him die because it helped the story, I guess? Okay, please review and I will update. The next chapter will most likely focus on Kenny.
-PoisonCherry69