A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this update took so long, my teachers have been piling work on my fellow students and I. Though the last day before CHristmas break is tomorrow and I'm done with all my project :) Hopefully I can update some during the break ;) Anywho~I don't own South Park, enjoy!

PS: In this chapter, I am in no way trying to glorify any mental illness included. Anything I interpreted wrongly, I apologize. I'm basing my knowledge off of Dr. Phil, research, teenage novels and TV shows, and posts from Instagram, to be honest. I'm not trying to offend anyone of course, and if you are suffering with a mental illness, I'm sorry. I hope you can get help and I want to let you know you are loved-though if no one else is willing to say it, I love you :)

Anywho~enjoy!

Chapter 7: White Lies

Kenny swayed on the stage, microphone in both hands. The tune played all around him as his mouth opened wide to hold a high cord. He loved singing.

Absolutley loved it.

Nothing could calm his nerves better, cure his boredom, or make him happier than singing. It was like a release-a soulful, lyrical release of words that connected to the music just right.

It was even better when Kevin sang with him.

He and his big brother could easily go up onto the stage together. Kevin's hand would rub Kenny's back to encourage his little brother and then they'd grabbed the microphones and open their mouths to let the words flow.

"Come on, kid." Kevin smirked, an arm around his little brother. "Let's make these drunk idiots swoon."

It was true, they were only able to sing in an old bar that sat beside Tom's Rhinoplasty. They did, however, get paid. It was a minuscule payment, though it was something; and whatever they made in the bar they made sure to hide from their parents. Well, mostly their father. They knew he would do anything to get another drink, another cigarette or another hit of whatever drug he was on at the moment.

"You ready little bro?" Kevin had asked, probably an hour or two ago. Kenny often lost track of time while singing and he and his brother could easily spend an entire day behind the microphone. They wouldn't even realize it.

Kenny had nodded, grabbing absentmindedly at his brother's hand as they stepped onto the stage. Drunk cheers filled the room, given that he, Kevin and the rest of the older brother's friends were considered regular singers at the bar.

Now both Kenny and Kevin stood, microphones in one hand and open smiles on both their faces as they sang their parts of Whites Lies by Odesza and Jenni Potts.

"You take me away-" Kevin sang.

"Faces, faces, they fade-" Kenny sang back.

"Love, love, love stays-"

"Here, here, I'll take you-"

They then began to sing together, their southern voices blending together in blissful harmony.

"Cross my heart and hope to die, if you ever catch me in a white lie.

I lay me down, in the tall grass. Tangled in the weeds, in my messy bed-"

Kevin took a moment to dance in his wordless chorus, dancing along with the lovely chords played. The older brother even went as far as taking Kenny's small, cold hand and spinning his little brother around as Kenny sang the next words.

"If you come, and you come. Come and come and, if you, if you-"

The brothers then looked at each other smiling, and twirling around happily with the music. Their fingers were intertwined and they continued to dance like they were high until being pushed to the side by Kevin's friends, Shelly and A.J., as they were going to sing the second half of the song.

The Southern brothers then stepped down from the stage and Kevin picked up the blonde and swung hin around. "You were great, kiddo!"

Kenny smiled, his arms on his big brother's shoulders. "You were too."

"Hey, guys." One of the bartenders smirked as she walked over to the McCormick brothers with a fistful of crumbled bills. "Here you go."

"Thanks." Kevin smirked, winking at the girl as he took the money and stuffed it in his pocket.

She giggled in turn and gave a flirtacious wave as she walked away.

Kenny smirked, grabbing his brother's warm hand. "You know, I think that girl's got a crush on you."

"Wow, that's great." Kevin rolled his eyes, putting an arm around his little brother. "I don't have any interest in dating bartending skanks."

"Aw, you're mean." Kenny fussed, as Kevin started guiding him out of the bar after waving to his friends.

"Come on, Ken, let's get out of here before people start screwing in the bathrooms and then getting more drunk because they regret it."

The little brother chuckled as he and his brother stepped out of the bar Said blonde then felt the cold bite at his skin. He had forgotten his jacket at home and was only wearing an old, stained tee shirt.

Kenny shivered, hugging his arms around his body in a chill.

Kevin noticed and proceeded to take off his own jacket, revealing his thin Modestep t-shirt, and placed it on Kenny's tiny frame. At this, the blonde looked up and was about to return the coat before Kevin stopped him.

"No, you wear it."

"I'm fine."

"No, you aren't. Don't be stubborn, just wear the damn thing." Kevin chuckled, rubbing Kenny's back.

Said blonde sighed, swinging his and his brother's hands back and forth. "Fine."

Kevin chuckled, before the pair soon turned into their driveway, pulling Kenny along with him. He took a key from his wallet and unlocked the door, pushing it open and letting Kenny walk in before himself. He then shut the door and looked around, hoping his parents weren't at home. Kevin always got nervous when Karen was left alone with his parents.

"Karen?" Kenny called, scanning the living room and kitchen finding no one.

"What?" She called back, stepping out of her room with her doll in her arms.

"You okay?" Kevin asked, looking through the other rooms for his parents.

"Yeah. Mom and Daddy went out somewhere and said they wouldn't be back 'til late."

"Pfft." Kenny sneered. Somewhere-that meant either the bar or a crackhouse.

Kevin agreed with his 'pfft' and joined his little brother on the living room couch as Karen walked back into her room.

"Like they've got spare money for that..." Kenny sighed, playing with a strand of his hair. "Or really any money for that matter."

"Hm?" Kevin asked, looking over at his annoyed brother.

"They shouldn't be wasting money on drugs and alcohol." The blonde sighed. "I mean, I know those things are addictive, but I wish they'd spend the money on rehab instead. It's like they've got no interest in our needs and how their behavior is effecting us."

Kevin nodded, standing from the couch and pulling Kenny up from it as well. "I know, kiddo. Come on."

Kenny followed his older brother out of the house, shutting the door behind himself, and then they both stopped to sit on the steps.

Kevin then pulled from his pocket a pack of cigarettes he'd snatched from their mother's purse, along with an old lighter. He pulled one out of the package and lit it before moving it towards his little brother.

"Want one?"

Kenny wondered for a moment if it would make him a hypocrite if he chose to smoke the cigarette, though realizing Kevin probably didn't even know what a hypocrite was, he took the cancer stick and breathed in a deep breath of smoke before letting it out. He hated to admit that he was rather skilled in the art of cigarette smoking. He then wondered if that made him an expert on the path to getting lung cancer as well, before brushing that thought away as well. He had enough to worry about right now, anyway.

"Thanks." The blonde sighed, leaning into his older brother who had a lit cigarette hanging from his lips, lazily but firmly.

"You bet, babe." Kevin mumbled, breathing in smoke and letting it out in a single huff. "You think mom's blowin' through her pay check?"

Kenny let out a breath of smoke. "Dad's pro'ly wastin' more of it."

"Yeah."

For a lot of moments the pair sat in a smoky silence, only hearing the sounds of a cat mewing angrily at another from across the street.

Finally, Kevin stood, dropping and stepping on his cigarette before turning to walk into the house. "You comin' in?"

"In a minute..." Kenny sighed, still holding his cigarette in his fingers.

Kevin nodded, shutting the door behind himself and leaving Kenny out in the cold.

Said blonde, who was still sporting his older brother's jacket, breathed in another breath of smoke feeling himself tense a bit as he looked to see a figure in the distance.

"What is that?" Kenny mumbled to himself, dropping his shortened cigarette and rubbing it out under his worn boots.

The figure was nothing but a shadow, though it seemed to be walking towards him. It was slow, but nonetheless, it began to freak out the blonde.

Kenny stood and moved his hands up to rub his eyes, hoping that the figure would just dissapear. Though he then moved his cold and dry hands down, only to see the figure was right in front of him. He swear he heard it scream.

The blonde's blue orbs widened in fear and he let out a yelp as he began to see other shadowed creatures crawling towards him, each of them groaning or taunting him. "You're don't deserve to be here." "You've messed everything up." "Get away from this world, no one wants you here."

Along with these voices, he could hear a bloodcurdling scream echoing in the back of his mind and running footsteps on pavement played like a drum in his ears.

Kenny was suddenly overwhelmed, all he could do was yell again before turning and running into his house.

His now teary eyes saw the figures turn into what looked like corpses, scattered and rotting before him. The scream got louder and louder, and the voices chanted a little song with only one word repeated for lyrics: "Cut...cut...cut..."

As the demons surrounded him, he moved his hands over his head and fell to his knees, bawling. He didn't know what else to do.

That is, until the demons sang louder. "Cut...cut...cut..."

Maybe that will make them leave...That's the best his brain could comprehend in a moment like this.

The blood-spattered corpses began to laugh at him as he began to sprint to his and Kevin's shared room. The demons followed, as did the scream which only grew louder in volume.

He began to hear another scream, this one of a male child. "No! Stop! No!"

It sounded like himself, though Kenny didn't let himself realize as he pushed the door open to his room, startling Kevin who sat on the bed with a book in his hand.

"Hey," Kevin had a little smirk on his face, though it quickly faded when he saw his little brother's teary face. "Whoa-what happened?"

"They won't stop!" Kenny cried, covering his ears. The little boy's screams turned into sobs of protest and Kenny wanted nothing more than for it to go away.

"What?" Kevin asked, moving from the bed to his little brother. He tried to put a hand on Kenny's shoulder, though the blonde swatted it away.

"Don't touch me!" He screamed, pulling at his hair angrily.

"Ken-" Kevin wanted to calm him down, though Kenny wanted nothing to do with his big brother at the moment.

"Get out! Now!"

"Kenny, tell me what's wrong!" Kevin pressed, looking down sternly but frightened at the blonde.

"Get out now!" Kenny screamed, looking up at Kevin with only rage in his eyes. Rage and fear, as the demons swarmed around him. They were screaming even louder than the blonde.

"Kenny-"

"Now!"

Kenny then pushed his older brother away, out of the room, and before Kevin could get back in, Kenny locked the door and ran to his bed.

He fell to his knees and grabbed an old, tattered shoe box that sat under a torn shirt.

Kenny opened the box and grabbed the metal blades from it, not wasting a moment before pushing the sharp tool into his pale flesh.

Kenny cried out, relieved by this somehow. It stung and burned, though made him feel better.

He cut into the flesh again, feeling blood begin to drip down his arm and stain the already nasty carpet under his knees.

The blonde cried happily as he felt his built-up stress pour out. He wanted to say the same about the demons, although they were still about.

"Cut...cut...cut..." They still sang, quieter but still there.

Kenny continued to cut into his cold skin, making sure to move Kevin's jacket out of the way so the blade didn't cut it and so the blood wouldn't stain it.

The blonde still cried, both relieved, scared, sad and happy all at once. All the mixed emotions kept building stress however, which led him to cut again. This cycle seemed just too unhealthy to keep living through. Though this was so prevalent.

As Kenny cut, he sliced open an old scar that had began to heal.

He felt blood rush out of his arms and his better judgement was beginning to plead for him to stop, however the voice kept singing. "Cut...cut...cut..."

And that's what Kenny did, a small and sadistic smile stuck on his face. He was barely able to breathe as he began to cut down his leg rather than his arm. He was running out of room.

All the while, Kevin pounded on the door, begging his little brother to open it.

A/N: Wow, I really love the McCormicks-it seems the more I love something, the more I make them hurt...Anywho~I hope you guys liked this chapter! Please review and follow if you did! I'll try and update soon! I love you guys!