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Another day was passing by, the silent threat to the boy's life still hangs in the cold winter air, waiting for the right moment, like a predator.
There was something in the air…he could feel it, smell it. Something new…sickening…He didn't like it. He was scared, no doubt about it. He felt, smelt, the familiar presence of death…and yet there was something new about it, something terrifying and blood chilling…He wanted to end the painful loop of death once and for all… he wanted to live, to be able to live his life like a normal teenager, in one world… but hopes and wishes were useless... he knew that very well after nights of prayer to every god that might have listened to him, but there was nothing. And now he felt it, in his bones, in his veins, in his mind, heart and soul…
It was too late to stop it now…
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He got up slowly, getting ready silently. The house was silent…too silent. As he walked by his parents' room he saw his mother on the bed, still asleep. A quick glance to the living room and he saw his father passed out on the old, broken couch. His brother's room was empty… and so was the rest of the house.
"Kevin?" he called silently, but no voice came. He shrugged, Kevin was probably with his friends, it was, after all, a nice day outside, and no school too. The young boy left the house, walking slowly down the snow-covered street towards the bus stop where he was supposed to meet his friends.
"KENNY!" he looked up, smiling as he saw Kyle waving at him.
He waved back and walked over to them "Hi guys" he said, his voice muffled by the orange parka,
"Hi dude" Stan said, smiling,
"Ya, ya" Cartman mumbled "Let's go"
They started moving, the oversized boy in front, the two lovers right after him and the skinny blond walking slowly behind them.
How long? How long until time's up? How long until his next death will come? And what will it be? Another car? A freak accident? A gun? A knife? A fall? How painful will it be? "I do not want to die again…" the silent whisper was heard, carried by the cold wind,
"What?"
Kenny looked up. The three boys stopped walking and were looking at him,
"What did you say?" Kyle asked,
Kenny's eyes widened for a second 'Did I just say that out loud?'
'Yeah…'
"Nothing" Kenny smiled,
"You said something dude" Stan argued "And you're voice…something's wrong"
"Nothing's wrong" Kenny insisted, smiling,
'You keep lying to them…'
"What dose it matter?" Cartman asked, yawning "Let's go…the movie's about to start"
"Yeah" Kenny smiled and started walking "Let's go"
Kenny felt the eyes of the two lovers on his back as he kept walking next to Eric 'Forgive me Stan…Kyle…' he said in his mind 'But there is nothing you can do about this…it is too late'
'I'm sorry…'
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He closed the door silently, head leaning against it. Another day passed by… another day gone as time was slipping once again between his fingers.
Silence…
Kenny turned silently, walking slowly throughout the house. His mother was sitting on the couch, his father was gone, probably drinking, and Kevin…gone.
Gone…
The older child was never out this late, he made sure that he came home early… he didn't want to anger their father… and yet… 'this never happened before and yet…' he walked silently to his brother's room…
Empty…
'Something's wrong…'
The door opened. Kenny ran quickly towards it, stopping when he saw the man that stood there. 'No…this…it never happened before…'
"What'cha lookin' at brat?" the man slurred,
"N…nothing" he mumbled.
"Good" his father said as he walked off to the living room, sitting next to his mother.
Kenny walked silently behind him, leaning against the doorframe "Where's Kevin?" he asked silently,
The face of the two adults stiffened,
"Where is he?" he asked again, slightly louder,
"Transferred" his father said, sounding rather sober now,
"You're lying…" he whispered "WHERE IS HE!?"
Silence… only the sound of the boy's pants was heard.
Before he knew it, his father's fingers were laced in his hair with an iron grip, pulling had on the blond locks "HOW DARE YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE ON ME!?"
"AH!" the young boy grabbed the man's arm, trying to pull him off "Y…your hurting me!"
"SHUT UP!"
"M…mommy!" he called, looking at the woman.
She never moved.
The boy sobbed "Let me go! Please! Kevin!" he screamed, his hand still locked on the man's wrists,
"I told you brat, he got transferred" his father said harshly,
"NO! You're lying!"
'Shut up! Before it's too late!'
"His things…everything…and…there's no way we have enough money to-AH!" his sentence was cut in the middle as the drunken man threw him aside, his head hitting the wall. He rubbed the back of his head, his head slowly rising as he opened his eyes, only to see his father getting closer with a glass bottle in his hand.
'RUN!'
With a swift movement, he felt the glass braking on the left side of his face. A pained scream pierced the cold air as the boy held his left eye, blood dripping between his fingers. Kenny watched his father sit on the couch again, next to his mother who kept sitting there, as if nothing happened. The blond boy whimpered in pain, getting up slowly. He pulled up his hood, stumbling towards the front door. 'Is this the end?' he asked himself as he stepped out, still holding his eye 'How long will it take?' the question echoed in his mind. He kept walking, not sure where he was heading, his mind filled with thoughts. He stopped. Looking up he saw a familiar house. He smiled softy 'It won't hurt' he told himself 'It'll probably happen soon…' with that he started walking towards the door, knocking softly.
"Just a sec!" a voice called,
Kenny leaned against the doorframe, shadows hiding his bleeding eye.
The door opened soon, revealing Kyle's familiar face "K…Kenny?"
"Hi dude" the poor boy said, smiling softly,
"Fuck dude, you look terrible!" Stan called, appearing next to Kyle,
"Stan!" the Jewish boy called, glaring at his boyfriend, then turning back to Kenny "You look pale…are you sick?" he asked, worried,
Kenny smiled "You can say that…Mind if I come in? I'm kinda cold" he laughed softly,
"Y…yeah" Kyle said, moving to the side,
Kenny smiled and pushed himself off the doorframe, watching as his friends eyes widened as his fresh wound was uncovered. He took a step in, then, without a warning he fell, his mind going blank.
"KENNY!" Stan called, catching the smaller boy,
"Shit! Stan, get him inside!" Kyle called, panicked "Fuck fuck fuck fuck…."He kept mumbling,
"Don't use that word Kyle…mom won't be happy"
Kyle turned to look at his younger brother "Not now Ike! Just…get mom!"
"Why? Do it yours-"
"Just do it!" the older Broflovski child called "NOW!"
Ike nodded, the turned backwards and ran, calling for their mother.
"Shit…Stan, call an ambulance" Kyle mumbled, trying stop the bleeding,
The other teen nodded, and ran off.
"Kyle? Bubbie? What's wr- oh my god!" Sheila screamed, running towards her son and his bleeding friend "What happened?"
"I… I don't know" Kyle said He just knocked on the door and asked to come in, he was all bloody and the next thing I know, he's unconscious"
Stan came into the room "The ambulance is on the way" he said,
Kyle nodded at him and turned back to Kenny, biting his lip,
"He's going to be alright Kyle…" his mother said softly,
The Jewish boy nodded silently and leaned his head against Stan's shoulder, keeping the pressure on Kenny's wound.
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Kenny watched the white wall silently, his left eye was covered with bandages, the happy glint in the other was gone, making him look older,
"Kenny?" Kyle's soft voice came, making the blond turn to watch the said boy as he opened the door, Stan right after him,
"How do you feel dude?" Stan asked softly, sitting next to the white bed,
Kenny stayed silent for a few seconds "It hurts…" he mumbled,
"Do you want me to call the doctor s-" Kyle started,
"No" Kenny told the concerned teen,
"But if you're hurt th-" Stan stated,
"No…"
'If you're in pain then-'
'No'
The two boys stayed silent for a while before Stan spoke up again "They said that they can't save you eye"
Kyle whimpered "I'm sorry…if only…"
'I'm sorry too…I know he has nothing to do with this but I only-'
"No" the blond said firmly "This isn't you fault" he sad, smiling softy,
"But…if…"
"No" Kenny said "There are some things that we cannot change" his voice sounded mature, as if he aged a couple of yeas,
"Kenny?" Kyle said softy, confused by the change in the other's voice,
"Fate is one of those things" he said silently,
'I'll try to change it…for you'
The two boys wee silent, not sure what to say,
Kenny started crying "I don't want to die again" he whimpered in his usual voice,
"Again?" Stan asked, confused,
"What are you talking about dude?" Kyle asked, sitting on the bed next to the whimpering boy,
"I don't want to die again" Kenny repeated "I'm going to die…I don't want to…"
"Then we won't let it happen" Stan said firmly, hugging the crying boy,
"Yeah Ken" Kyle smiled "We wont let it happen"
'I won't let it happen'
The skinny blond shook his head and looked up, his eyes cold with sadness and he looked older again "It is too late" he softly in that unfamiliar voice "The wheels of fate are moving again…and once they start…there is no coming back…it is to late…no one can save me now…"
He couldn't help but smile softy and close his eye as he felt a light kiss being placed on his lips.
'If not now then next time…but I'll stop them for you…'
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