- Wendy -

She sits at her desk in her dorm apartment. It's summer semester at Stanford. She's taking three classes this semester. The apartment typically houses three others but she was the only in the unit that opted to take classes for the summer. It's been nice, quiet, almost serene.

She does her homework with limited down time despite the lessened class load. She pushes herself to perfection, in everything. That was how she got into Stanford on a full ride, after all. Nothing less than perfect. Her parents used to say how proud they were of her. But that ended after she broke up with Stan for the final time. She never understood why, she continued to ace her classes, and excel in her extracurriculars.

She stares at the swirls upon the wooden desk, it doesn't matter, she realizes dimly. She accepted that fact many years ago. She doesn't blame Stan for the realization she faced when he became well and truly goth. She buried it however, competing even more fiercely with Kyle and Token for the top spot of the class. They all got into top colleges, she and Kyle even shared a few beginning classes a few years prior.

It never went away though, no matter how many activities she buried herself in, no matter how much casual sex, no matter the weekends of booze. The counselors were out of their depth with her too.
But no one would know any of those things about Wendy Testaburger.
She kept everything close and never breathed a word of it, not even to her former best friend Bebe Stevens.

So, she did something she never thought she would, her hands didn't shake as she took out the single piece of paper from the desk drawer and her favorite black pen.

She wrote three simple words: "I'm Not Sorry" before setting the pen down and opening her bedroom door and walking the short distance to the bathroom. She regarded herself in the mirror, her natural tan had paled in the years since South Park, her jet black hair hung to her mid-back and her face was make-up less. Her eyes, though, they looked haunted.
She reached slowly into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out the knife she always carried on her person in case of needing to fend off an attacker. She flipped open the blade with a quick thumb-flick. She stared into the reflection of her eyes.

One last thing, she thought, using her free hand to grab her phone. She opened Facebook and wrote her status, "Up All Night by Blink-182", after pressing post, she set the unlocked phone on the smooth countertop of the bathroom.
And then, in one fluid motion, the knife is jammed into the carotid artery and blood gushes down her neck and stains her white tank top, some splashes onto her phone's screen and then her body falls in a crumpled heap.

- Omni POV, Fall Semester Move-in Day -

A woman unlocks the door to her dorm, she tried contacting one of the others that she was supposed to be sharing the dorm with, but never got a response. An awful smell greeted her upon opening the heavy front door. She wandered further in, wondering why it smelled so bad if someone was living here. She checked above the doors, looking for her room letter, when she saw the bathroom light on and an arm just barely from behind the wall. She approached to introduce herself when she realized what she was seeing.

Her roommate-to-be, was dead, a knife sticking out of her throat and blood on her shirt and the floor and counter. She bolted from the apartment, once clear she threw up on the lawn right outside. She wasn't sure who to call so she ran up the sidewalk to the RA's room and pounded on the door, tears cascading.
At first the RA who answers looks confused but quickly takes in her appearance and asks, "What's wrong?"

"M-my roommate!" She tries, tears choking her.

"It's okay, take me to her," the RA said calmly.

"It's not! She's dead!" the girl cried harder, her face in her hands.

"Wh-what?" The RA asked.

"I-I just went in to open the door you know and unlock my room and I-I found her just sitting there... I..." She took a breath, "I think she's been dead a while..."

The RA took out a phone and made a call away from the crying girl before returning and asking again, to be taken to the room. The girl, still crying quietly, walked her to the room, not going in, but telling her its the bathroom on the left.

The RA offers a comforting hand on the girl's arm before charging inside. She finds the dead woman, and she can't believe it.
Wendy..., they had been in clubs together, done charity events. Tears spring, but she makes the necessary calls, knowing, there will be even more calls to make to her parents and others of the school chain.
After the initial call, while she waits for the EMTs she wanders into Wendy's open bedroom. It looks neat, just like it always did for inspections. There's a singular piece of paper on her desk, in curiosity, she walks over to the desk, horror setting in as she reads the three simple words.

At last, the EMTs arrive and do what they do.
A newspaper article in the School paper is written about Wendy in the next few days, it makes the local paper and news as well.

News also reaches South Park as Wendy's parents publish an obituary detailing the many accomplishments Wendy made and that her funeral will be held at the end of the week, the delay because they have to have her body flown back to Colorado.

In the following days, every friend of hers on Facebook, has been listening to "Up All Night" by Blink-182 as that was the last thing she posted.