Random and slightly pointless introduction: Here's chapter two, told by Cartman's POV. Now, I'm aware that he isn't very Cartman-like here. Well, he has to have some sort of nice side to him, right? And he did once tell Kenny he was his best friend!! (See Kenny Dies in season 5)

Anyway, this song is called "Hear You Me" by Jimmy Eat World. I think it fits fairly well, I encourage you to read the lyrics and listen to the song. I know usually people don't actually read the song lyrics in songfic like things (I do it accidently) but I really think this song is worth it. This is just my opinion, but I really think it's a good song, for this chapter and just in general.

Warning: Swearing and suicide.

There's no one in town I know

I took the letter from Kenny's hand, glancing up at him suspiciously. The moment I ripped it open, he briskly walk away in the direction of his house. I watched him leave, completely confused, until he was out of sight.

You gave us some place to go

I turned my attention back to the letter. What did Kenny have to say that he couldn't just tell me in person? I pulled out the paper and began reading.

I never said thank you for that

Hey, Eric

I thought I might get one more chance

So you're probably wondering why you're getting this letter from me, right?

What would you think of me now?

Well, this, my friend, happens to be a suicide letter.

So lucky, so strong, so proud

I know my deaths don't mean anything to you, or to anyone for that matter. Trust me, I know.

I never said thank you for that

But this time, I'm finally not coming back.

Now I'll never have a chance

Do you have any idea how hard it is to be me, Eric? Pain is the biggest part of my life. I've died and come back to life too many times to count. If I so much as walk in my house, there's a slim chance I won't get hit in the head with a flying object.

May angels lead you in

No one cares about me, either. You don't. Kyle doesn't. Stan doesn't. My family sure as hell don't. I'm alone, I've always been alone, and I'm fucking sick of it. You're probably hating the whole "alone and no one cares" thing. Emo shit, right? Leave that for the Goth kids, right? I know, I know, I hate it, too. But this time, it's all true.

Hear you me, my friends

Don't misunderstand, I'm not feeling sorry for myself. I'm just not that kind of person, and you know that. I'm not self-pitying, and I don't want to live to see the day where I am.

On sleepless roads the sleepless go

You don't want to hear anything else about the reasons why. I know, I'm just as tired of it as you.

May angels lead you in

But bear with me, Eric, I really don't have all that much to say. Just a few more things, and I'll be out of your life for good. Don't worry.

And what would you think of me now?

Remember that time you told me I was your best friend? I'm sure you don't remember. But I do. I was so happy that someone finally told me that they cared. I told you were my best friend, too, and I meant it.

So lucky, so strong, so proud

But you didn't. You never meant it.

I never said thank you for that

It hurts to know that the one person I ever thought of as a true best friend never gave a shit about me. I hate caring about people that don't care about me, and it always happens that way.

Now I'll never have a chance

Just my luck, I guess, right? Just my damn luck.

May angels lead you in

In case you were wondering, you're still my best friend. Or the closest thing I could get to one. I could never tell you that, because I know you'd laugh. Or something. You wouldn't take me seriously. I'd prefer keeping my tiny bits of hope that somewhere deep down, you really did care. I guess I can just never let go of the idea of someone caring. Stupid, right?

Hear you me, my friends

I guess there's not much more to say, Eric. I'm sorry that we couldn't have become closer. Who knows, maybe we could've become as close as Kyle and Stan.

On sleepless roads the sleepless go.

That's my one regret. Never having a real friend. One I could talk to, one I could relate to, and one who would stop me from doing this.

May angels lead you in

No one will stop me. I'm dying tonight, and no one will know until tomorrow afternoon, when my parents finally decide to check on me... Maybe later than that, actually.

May angels lead you in

Well, that's it. I'm glad I knew you, Eric. I wish you had taken the time to know me.

May angels lead you in

See you on the other side.

And if you were with me tonight

Kenny

I'd sing to you just one more time

My hand started shaking vigorously. I stared at the paper for a really long time. I reread, wondering if I'd missed something. Then I read again. And again. Was this a joke?

A song for a heart so big

I read it one last time before the words finally sunk in.

God couldn't let it live

I froze, and my blood ran cold. Kenny is... Oh. My. God. I couldn't move. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't blink.

May angels lead you in

Finally, I snapped out it. I ran. I ran in the direction of Kenny's house, as fast as I possibly could. Wind blew viciously through my hair and against my skin. I was panting, beads of sweat were rolling down from my forehead, but I ignored it. I needed to get to Kenny, before...

Hear you me, my friends

I can't even think about it. I just have to get there. I have to.

On sleepless roads the sleepless go

I got to the door of Kenny's house, slamming my fist against it repeatedly. "Hello!!" I shouted, my hand throbbing. But the pain didn't stop me from continuing to pound it against the hard wood.

May angels lead you in

I growled, cradling my hurt hand. How could that not have woken someone up?

May angels lead you in

I kicked down the door and ran up to Kenny's room. "Kenny!" I called frantically. "Are you okay? Where are you?"

Hear you me, my friends

My gaze flickered around the room in a desperate panic. Nothing. There was no one there. "Kenny!" I yelled again, not caring if I woke anyone up.

On sleepless roads the sleepless go

I ran around the house until I got to the bathroom. I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes wide, and my heartbeat echoing in my ears. "No..."

May angels lead you in

Kenny was there. His body was collapsed on the cold floor, and a knife was right beside him. Cuts covered his arms, and he was in a pool of his own blood. His eyes were closed, and his face was pale with death. I reached down and touched his neck, still hopeful for a pulse. Nothing. I withdrew my hand, bringing it to my face. Tears escaped my eyes.

May angels lead you in

Kenny was gone. I was too late. It was over. It was all over... And it was my fault. I'm to blame.