𝙀𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚 || 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙑𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ||

【23】His Existence

A/N; The song is looped, so you can listen throughout the whole chapter:)

〖Third Person P.o.v〗

For the next three weeks, (Y/n) remained completely mute. She didn't speak to anyone, even if people asked her things. Each time someone spoke to her, her brother would answer for her. Her parents grew very worried about her current state and began considering sending her back to therapy.

Dovahkiin asked them to wait a few more days before setting up any kind of appointment. 

Since everyone couldn't remember Kenny's death but her, she was the only one affected. Everyone lived their life without Kenny so easily, and so normally. It was like he never existed. Except he did. His death affected one person, and that was (Y/n).

Despite remaining miserable and sorrowful each day, she continued to keep living. Each day was the same, a schedule for her. Everything she did felt the same, felt repeated, despite this, she kept living. She kept going. Not for herself, but what for? She felt like she was waiting for something to be different, but her heart was empty, it was broken. Why though? She barely even knew Kenny. Never knew his favorite color, his birthday, his favorite food, his good and bad habits. None of that, she knew almost nothing about him. Yet, this may be why she was so grief-stricken. She was never given enough time with him to know all these things about him. She had to let go of him too soon. Despite being almost a stranger to him, she was the only person in the world who cried from his parting in the world. The only person that acknowledged his existence.

It was around midnight, and (Y/n) was up late. Her bad habit of staying up late actually broke once struck by depression again. She started to sleep longer and longer, a part of her hoping she wouldn't wake up.

For the first time in a long time, she couldn't find herself to get to sleep. She took out her phone, and saw some concerned messages from friends. Despite being staying mute, she still made sure to reply to each one of her friends. Because, ever since she moved to South Park, all she wanted to do was make friends. She wanted to develop strong relationships with people other than her brother. Texting her friends also allowed her to show her appreciation of each one of them. After all, every single one of her friends meant a lot to her.

She put her phone down, and let out a sigh. She turned her head to look at the moon that shone through her window. It was full moon. She wondered to herself how she could recover. If she could recover. She wanted to be free from melancholy, but the chains of grief held her down. Tears appeared in her eyes, and she started to rub them.

She let out quiet cries to herself, hoping no one in the world would see.

Suddenly, the light of the moon through the window disappeared. She looked up, and gasped, seeing a figure standing in her room. Before she could scream, the figure spoke,

"(Y/n), don't freak out it's just me!"

The voice was familiar. And under any other circumstances, a familiar voice would not scare her. However, it did this time, because this was the voice of a dead person.

"Kenny?" She choked out. His name was the first words she said in a while.

"Yeah, it's me," He started nearing her on her bed, but she backed way. She was confused, and frightened. She was imagining this right? At least that was what she thought. Maybe I died? And now I'm seeing things? She thought to herself.