I suppose I should say that I don't own South Park.

"Oh hamburgers!" The blood was warm on my skin, staining my clothes and hair crimson. I couldn't move from my position, splayed on the street where McKenzie had shoved me not seconds earlier. My eyes were wide as I stared at her remains, strewn across the road, lacking all of the dignity I felt such a sacrifice deserved. I finally tore my gaze away, glancing down to my trembling hands. They were covered in that hot, sticky liquid. All of a sudden it was too much and I vomited.

There was noise in the background, a buzzing sort of sound that distracted me from the filth around me. I felt hands on my shoulders, lifting me to my feet and supporting my on my shaky legs. Stacey and Kayla were there, their faces horror-stricken. Further back I saw Erica storming towards me, her furious expression normally enough to frighten me held little weight now.

"It should have been you, you stupid fucking bitch!" I blinked at her, unsure how to respond. Of course it should have been me. I was the one crossing the road without looking.

"Now Erica, you need to apologize right now. This is not Marjorine's fault." Mr. Garrison, whom I now recognized, patted my shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry sweetie, we called your parents, they'll be here to pick you up soon." He turned back to a silently fuming Erica. "Where's that apology missy?"

"I'm not apologizing to that retarded ass cunt! She shouldn't have been crossing the fucking road, and now McKenzie's fucking dead!" She turned back to me, her eyes glowing with hatred. "Fuck you Marjorine." I knew I was crying, could feel the tears running down my face, just like I knew Mr. Garrison had yelled at Erica and told her to get out of the road. And yet I felt as though I was a million miles away, watching as all of this happens to me.

My parents came for me eventually, picking my up from the guidance office I didn't remember walking to. They didn't say anything, but then, they didn't need to. The car ride home was stifling; my parents talking among themselves as though I wasn't there, my dad complaining that he had missed work for this. Somewhere in my mind I knew I should be grounded for this, but I couldn't find it in myself to care.

I was out of the car before it completely stopped, almost running inside to the shower, ignoring my parent's shouts. I locked the door, stripping quickly, and turned the water on as hot as it would go. It scalded my skin, but burned in the most cleansing way.

"Cleanliness is next to godliness…" I repeated it like a mantra as I scrubbed till I was certain my skin was raw. I quickly moved to my hair, shampooing at least three times, though I lost count after that. It still wasn't enough, I still felt dirty, tainted, but the water was turning cold. With a sigh I sank to the ground, hugging my knees to me as I cried.

I could still see it replaying in my mind; see every second in excruciating detail. "Marjorine, stop wasting the water and get out of the shower!" I didn't get up, just turned the switch, ignoring the chill in the air. I suppose my mom came to get me at some point, because the next time I noticed my surroundings I was in bed, the sun already down. I turned to the clock, seeing it was past bed time, and rolled back over, deciding all I could do was sleep.

I woke up as the sun rose, almost as if startled by a nightmare. I glanced down; assuring myself that I in fact did not look like was hit by a truck, and breathed a sigh of relief. I slid out of bed feeling refreshed; heaven had been more than pleasant last night. I stretched quickly, rolling back on the balls of my feet, and yawned. I was still in the clothes I had died in yesterday, but I felt no need to change. It wasn't like anyone would see the shirt under my jacket.

The alarm went off then, startling me. I threw my pillow at it, effectively shutting it off and dropped to the floor, fumbling under my bed for my backpack. There was no way I was forgetting it after yesterday. As I thought back on yesterday I couldn't help but wonder if Marjorine was okay. I knew she'd be fine now, but anyone would be traumatized by what happened. Making myself a promise to spend some time with her today I swung the bag over my shoulder and headed out. I knew I'd be early to the stop, but I couldn't help but feel like today was going to be a good day.

There was no breakfast this morning and my stomach suffered from it. I hadn't eaten since yesterday morning, and I resolved to eat something before class, whether I had to bum off of Stacey or not. Kayla and Stacey were already there, making me wonder just how early they left for the stop. "Where were you yesterday? We had to fight off space pirates without you." I shrugged.

"Just didn't feel like school for the day." It was a lie I'd been using for a while now, but one that always worked. Neither girl said anything to it; we stood in companionable silence, enjoying each other's company. It was Erica who broke the silence as she arrived, greeting us as usual.

"Stacey, McKenzie, Jew Rat." I had to hand it to Kayla, she didn't jump to the bait like she used to. Though whether that was due to ignoring it or not hearing it over her studies was beyond me. Her nose was buried in her physics book, not giving Erica a drop of attention.

"Shove it Cartman." Erica giggled at Stacey's defense, twirling her hair around her finger.

"Oh, I'm sorry, wouldn't want to disturb the kike while she studies." Stacey went to say something back but Kayla grabbed her arm, something Erica missed. I couldn't help but wonder when that happened. The bus arrived then, and they all calmed down, lining up to shuffle in. It was the same as every other day, me pressed between Erica and the wall, her perfume still too strong, but it was almost comforting. Their banter resumed, though I ignored it, preferring to let my thoughts wander back to Marjorine. I hoped she hadn't struggled too much yesterday.

The bus squealed when it stopped, and for once I wasn't in a hurry to get off. Which was a good thing since Erica took her sweet time getting off. We were the last ones out, and I took the opportunity to stop and scan the campus for the blond I was searching for. She wasn't hard to spot, her petit frame contrasting with everyone else.

I jogged to her and grabbed her shoulder. "Hey Marjorine, what's up?" She turned to face me her movements swift and almost jerky. As soon as she laid eyes on me her jaw dropped.

"But, you're dead!" I quickly covered her mouth, reacting totally on instinct, and drug her away from the crowd. Once we were safely away from everyone I dropped my hand.

"What do you mean I'm dead?" Marjorine look terrified, so I softened my gaze a bit. "Come on, I'm not dead, see?" I pulled her hand up to my cheek to let her feel me.

"But, you pushed me out of the way yesterday, and the truck hit you! You were strewn all over the street; I couldn't even recognize any body parts, Christ McKenzie you died for me!" I blinked, unsure how to proceed. A quick pinch to my arm told me I wasn't dreaming, but no one remembered my deaths. No one. "Oh, golly, are you okay McKenzie?" Her concern brought me back, and in that moment I could kiss her. So I did.

I pulled away before her, and instantly felt bad. Her face was redder than a tomato, her lips struggling to make words that weren't there. Finally she snapped out of it. "Jeez Kenzie, don't do that again!" I chuckled, ruffling her hair as I did so.

"Sorry Marjorine. It's just that no one remembers when I die." Her blank expression let me know that I needed to give her more of an explanation than that. "Look, ditch with me, and I'll tell you everything." She seemed hesitant, biting her lip in debate. I pulled her against me, walking for both of us. "Don't worry Marjorine, it's just one day."

Lying on the bank of Stark's pond, Marjorine beside me, as we laughed and joked was the most liberating feeling of my life. It was the first time, the absolute first, that I had come clean with my secret and that person believed me. I had no walls around Marjorine, and it felt spectacular. "The only thing I don't understand, is why did you jump in and save me, doesn't dying hurt?" My laughter died, but my smile remained, unable to leave my face.

"Well, yeah, it hurts like a bitch, but I've been hit by a truck before. Besides, it's no big deal." Majorine shivered, inching closer to me. I rolled to my side and grinned down at her.

"I just wish you didn't have to go through that." I shrugged, falling onto my back again.

"I've been this way for as long as I can remember." She didn't say anything after that, and I was grateful. I didn't want to have to tell her that the physical pain wasn't the half of it. Marjorine didn't need to deal with that. Even so, I couldn't help but wish that we could stay like this forever.

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