Chapter seven- What is this? (Kenny's P.O.V.)

I sighed and looked down at my hands. Why do I feel so guilty and angry? . Just two weeks ago I was beating on Butters, laughing and making fun of him and...making his life hell. This other feeling was consuming me and I don't even know what the hell it was. It was something that I knew I felt for my little sister Karen even though she bugged me and was a pain in the ass constantly.

Maybe it was caring. Oh, just fuck emotions, fuck them right up the ass- if they had an ass, that is. I don't think they did but it would be weird if-

I'm getting off track.

I covered my eyes and laid back on my ratty old mattress. "Fuck this shit." I slid off my bed and tossed the blanket to the side, walking over to my drawers and pulling out a bag of weed and a bowl, sitting back on my bed. I leaned back and fixed it up before lighting it and taking a short drag, tossing my lighter back on the bedside table.

I relaxed and released the smoke, watching it flow up into the air of my bedroom, slowly disappearing before I did it again. After another hit, I let my entire mind slip into the high. I hummed and as I took a third hit, my phone buzzed again.

After carefully setting the bowl and weed aside before grabbing my phone and opening it up, reading the message.

Its okay. -HK4E

It was Butters. God, you try to apologize to the kid and he will accept it with no second thoughts, a smile on his face. I couldn't express how sorry I was, how bad I felt.

Can I come visit? -Kenny

I pressed send before I could stop myself. I really liked Lori...and if it was a real girl I would date her, but its Butters, so no thank you. I don't want to date him, a boy, someone with a dick. He is so weird anyway, why would anyone date him? Not to be mean but..

I groaned and pressed my hand to my face before rubbing my eyes tiredly. "Damn it," My phone went off again and I sighed, looking at the message.

I don't know, I'm in the suicide unit, only parents can visit, unless you want to crawl the walls like spiderman and slip in through the window.-HK4E

I smirked and rolled my eyes, putting my phone back down and taking another hit, holding it in as I typed a quick response.

I don't want to risk that. -Kenny

Exhaling, I sighed. Thanks to my curse I can die and come back to life, but crawling the wall would be a sucky way to die, falling off and smacking the ground.I would hate to die like that, I don't even know if I'd come back this time, its been awhile.

Don't die, that's not healthy.-HK4E

I smiled. "Depends on my mood." I said to myself before I got up and threw on a pair of pants and shirt, something that looked nice.

You almost died and you're telling me that. Tell the nurses you demand to have a friend in, it will keep you sane. Btw, what the hell does HK4E mean?-Kenny

Without a second thought, I threw on sneakers, without socks, because, who cares? Anyway, after grabbing an old jacket and a backpack that I threw food in, I ran out the door, phone in hand.

The truck was in the driveway, and I glanced inside, keys were still in the ignition. Kevin is such a dumbass. I jumped in and started it, throwing my bag into the seat next to me. My phone buzzed and I read the message quickly.

Hello Kitty 4 Ever...-HK4E

I snorted before tossing my phone to my side, pulling out of the driveway. The nurses will probably deny me...his parents probably know I bully him, everyone is going to be against me. I guess that when something major strikes someone, it changes them and no one notices. Well this is my defining moment so I'm going to make people realize that.

Hell's Pass came into view after half an hour; it was silent and there was no one in sight when I parked and got out with my bag. The emergency room was empty minus an old man and a young woman who was sporting a large pregnant stomach. I requested to see Leopold Stotch and the receptionist told me what floor to go to and how to find the nearest elevator.

I had a little bit of trouble finding the elevator and had to stop to ask again what floor it was before I was up there. There was a second receptionist who denied my entry to his room.

"Sorry sugar, no visitors allowed. Only family is allowed." She said, cow-chewing her gum as she looked me over with her beady brown eyes.

"I'm a cousin of his." I lied. "Hello, blonde hair, blue eyes?" I gestured to my face and hair.

She paused. "Sorry sugar." She repeated. "His family isn't related to any McCormick."

"His aunt married my father." I said, hands clenching into fists.

"I can look up family history on this here computer..." She pointed to the screen in front of her with long pretty manicured fingernails. "But I won't. Tell I said hello. Room 213."

I paused and looked her over before grinning. "Thanks." I headed off down the hallway, reading room numbers as I passed until I came to his. I paused and knocked, adjusting the bag on my back.

There was a muffled 'come in', from the other side of the door. It was him. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Kenny?" He asked, I could practically cut the tension in the room with a knife as I closed the door. He was still a little scared.

"I'm sorry," I said as I walked over and set the bag down, "I don't know why I did it, why I bullied you, why I helped push you to the edge. You are amazingly nice and kind to everyone...Why did I even pick on you?"

"You were an asshole, still are a little bit, I bet." He said calmly, eyeing my bag.

"I brought food. Hospital food sucks." I said, opening the back and pulling out a pack of poptarts for him. "Here's one thing I grabbed." I gave it to him and he tore it open with excitement.

"Hot fudge Sundae...my favorite." I grinned and watched him take a bite or a nibble; it was a small bite. "Thanks Kenny."

I just nodded and leaned back. "Apology food."

He shrugged and looked over at me after another bite. "Huf duf oo efin gif en er?"

I looked at him and laughed. "What?"

"How did you even get in here?" He repeated after swallowing.

"Nurse was nice..." I said, leaning back in the chair.

"Gufd."

"Did you say 'Good' through that mouthful?"

"Mhm."

I smiled and rolled my eyes. "Should have known. Don't talk with your mouthful. You'll attract flies."

"Dun ter mer whut ta du."

"Okay okay."

He was actually pretty funny, once we got past the awkwardness.

'She wants to touch me whooa,

She wants to love me whooa.

She'll never leave me...'

We were listening to his IPod that was upside down, volume all the way up.

"Dude, you have such an odd taste in music? What's this, Maroon 5 on drugs?" I asked with a smirk, watching him dance in his bed (the best he could anyway, which was basically swinging his arms and wiggling).

"Shut up! What do you listen to? Fall Out Boy on helium?" He retorted, laughing.

"Hey, don't make fun of my screamo music." With an eye roll I shifted in my seat and picked up the IPod, flicking through the list. "Hey, what's this?" I smirked and clicked the song.

'Show me how to lie,

You're getting better all the time,

And turning all against one,

Is it all that hard to teach?'

"I love this song..." I grinned and paused catching up with the music. "Another clever word sets of an unsuspecting herd and as you step back into the line, a mob jumps to its feet. Now dance, fucker, dance. Man, he never had a chance. And no one even knew, it was really only you!"

He grinned and listened to me sing, humming along with the music."Nice work you did, you're gonna go far, kid!" He sung with me, grinning as he did.

I'm sorry that its short and that i haven't uploaded in awhile, I've been very busy and I had urges to write other fics with other couples so shortly there should be a two shot up here is a preview...

Pain Will Suffice

Tweeks POV

The room was quiet minus the sniffling of my cell mate and I. We were going to be sold. As sex slaves. I didn't want to get into this, I didn't want to be kidnapped and sold, I just wanted to work with my parents in the coffee shop. Of course I had to walk home alone that night I was picked up, only two nights ago, I think.

My cellmate was named Kyle, he was a Jewish diabetic. He had a similar story, he was caught walking home from a friends home the same night. We weren't technically cell mates, we were cage mates, dressed in slutty clothing, we looked like playboy bunnies, both in green and white colors.

As much as I hated to admit it, I did look sexy, despite the fact that I was a twig, same goes for Kyle, but he wasn't quite as thin as I was, he had a little muscle and a round butt which the guards liked to stare at.

Speaking of guards, here they come now, holding bars and handcuffs. The cage door was opened and they attacked us. The bars were shoved between our knees and hooked around our legs so we could barely move, the handcuffs were latched around our wrists, binding them together. Then they attached another chain around the cuffs, binding us to the back of the cage so we were forced to sit up on our knees, exposing us as much as they could. But then they pulled cock rings out, hands sneaking into our thin outfit to put it on. What came next was small vibrators, placing them in as well, resting them against our sacs.

They left. "Tweek, is yours on?" Asked Kyle as he looked to me.

I shook my head and twitched. That was another fault mine I twitch, I talk too fast, stutter, stumble over my words. Unless I have my medicine. But I don't because these bastards find it amusing. Even coffee helps calm me down. When I was younger it didn't but I'm use to the coffee now.

There was a small click and the curtain covering the stage we were on started to lift, a man with a top hat walked to a podium that was in front and waited for it to be fully lifted. I could already see some ugly men in the seats below the stage, smirking with delight.