Run, boy, run! |South Park Crenny|

A merry beginning (1)

Third Person Perspective.

TW: Implied Abuse, Bl00d, and poor eyesight.

Kenny coughed. (😦)
The boy's head felt like a firework went off in his skull, and the explosion soon faded into ringing and red liquid dripping into his squinted blue eyes.
"Agh, god dammit", Kenny heard his fathers voice murmur, leaving faint footsteps into another room. Luckily enough, kenny caught a glimpse of a friend's watch earlier that day, though now it was pitch dark. The best assumption was it might be around 11 PM.

A few minutes passed and Kenny's ears finally start to recover, though still had a faint ringing. The moment his legs decided to function, he quietly tiptoed to the bathroom.
The bathroom was dark, with a useless light switch. Kenny still flipped it on. A few muffled swears and some effort and he made it to the sink.
Kenny grabbed a somewhat torn shirt and wiped his eyes.
Even though Kenny experienced his father's abuse countless times, it never became less painful.

Kenny's Point of View.

I shoved my face into any pair of laundry I could grab from the scattered floor of the bathroom. I eventually grabbed a torn 'Rocky Mountain!' shirt that has seen better days. I carefully wipe my eyes until I know I wouldn't puke at what I saw.

I looked in the mirror.
Kenny McCormick. With a home-life more fucked up then ever.
Despite my attempts, I still had dried blood smears on my forehead. There might be baby wipes somewhere in this cluttered house.
I'll grab the wipes later, but for now, I need somewhere to go. Logic? Thrown out the window. I mean, I don't care if it is something-o'-clock at night. No amount of logic can stop my pounding migraine and I.

Third Person Perspective.

Instead of walking lightly like previously, Kenny's only goal was to try and not get any shards of glass stuck in his foot. This house was a maze of objects, and Kenny was the lab rat expected to find his way. Kenny shook his head to snap out of his thoughts, though he immediately felt the pain of his head.

Kenny soon enough made it to the busted door, with only two thin shards sticking out of his right ankle. The shards felt like pins on Kenny's foot, with a drip of blood rolling down from each puncture.
His foot wasn't too gruesome, though something assumed that in Kenny's situation, he might possibly be able to go barefoot. He heard a grunt from the hallway and Kenny immediately took that as an approval to his question, getting a move out the door.

Authors Note: hi 🤩