South Park X Reader (Story)

She Remembers (12)

Y/n's POV

Slowly I opened my eyes but I quickly closed them shut trying to protect my eyeballs from the sunlight.

I realized that I wasn't in my bed but it was familiar. It was Eric's bed.

But wait.

Everything came back to me.

The goofing around, the crash, and then the death.

It hit me like a brick when I remembered everything.

Kenneth McCormick aka Kenny.

The feeling of his cold bloody cheeks while watching the life slowly leave his body.

I had touched death and it was the worst thing ever.

Especially since he was my friend and I blamed myself for his death.

A tear fell from my eye. I was in pain mentally and physically.

I forced myself to get up feeling pain rush throughout my whole body and looked at my phone.

Texts and calls nonstop from my Mom. Even from my brothers and my Dad.

Yep, you heard me, my Dad. I mean I wasn't surprised I still had contact with him but I wasn't able to see him that much anymore because we moved here.

I turned my phone off and walked to the bathroom as my legs felt like noodles. I felt weak.

Sure I felt like this before but this time it was worse.

I turned the doorknob and looked at myself in the mirror and oh gosh I looked like a mess.

My hair was frizzy, dried blood on my body and face, scratches, bruises, etc.

But I didn't care because that didn't compare to what he looked like. He was more important than me.

I turned the sink on and splashed water on my face. I put water in my hair to fit it up. Now all I needed was a shower and new clothes.

I headed downstairs and with each step that came closer to downstairs, I could hear the chatter become more and more clear.

Finally, I reached the last step and slowly walked over to the living room where the boys sat.

Except for Kenny, of course.

I made sure that I didn't show myself to hear what they were talking about.

"I don't know what's wrong with her," "Yeah, me neither. Maybe she's depressed?" "How long is she going to stay in my house? Because I want my bed back." "Dude, Y/n is in the worst state we've ever seen her in and you're too worried about your bed?"

The boys just kept talking and talking until I saw Stan get up and away from the talking.

My heart throbbed in fear. Dammit, I need to get upstairs quickly. I ran upstairs while trying not to trip.

I burst through Eric's door and zoom to his bed covering myself with his blanket right before Stan opened the door.

I heard a few footsteps and I felt a heavy weight next to me. At least we aren't facing each other so he didn't have to see my messed-up face.

"I know you're awake Y/n'," He said calmly but I didn't reply. I felt bad for not saying anything.

He sighed and said "Alright, if you don't want to talk I'll just leave" The weight next to me became light again and I heard his footsteps walk to the door.

Even though I didn't want to talk I needed someone to talk to and now I have the chance to. So I muster up the courage to speak up before he left.

"Wait." My voice sounded dead.

Stan's POV

I heard her speak right before I left. I smiled to myself and turned around walking back to her.

I sat down on the bed again and she turned her body to face me. She looked horrible like she had been in an accident.

I frowned at her state feeling deep guilt swell up inside me. I wanted to reach out to her and comfort her.

She sat up wincing in pain and rubbed her tired eyes. She sighed shaking her head.

I don't know what came over me but suddenly I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her towards me.

She didn't fight back but she just let me hold her as she started to sob.

I rubbed circles on her back whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

After crying for a good minute she pulled away wiping tears off of her face. Her eyes were red and puffy.

My heart ached in sadness. I felt so bad for her but why was she so sad? What happened to her?

She said nothing and just sat there staring at the wall. She looked so drained.

"Y/n." I calmly spoke. But, she didn't even bother to look at me.

"Hm?" She hummed "Please, talk to me" I wanted her to spill whatever was bothering her.

"What is there to talk about? My friend is dead and it's all my fault." She coldly said.

I put a hand on her shoulder "Y/n, I'm so sorry. But, how is it your fault a friend of yours died?" I softly asked her.

She looked at me and she squinted her eyes at me "How is it my fault? Kenny died all because I didn't listen to Kyle and kept messing around with Kenny and he got hit by a car! I was supposed to die, Stan. It was supposed to be me but no. Kenny wanted to be a dam hero and die for me. So if you want to know what's wrong with me look at what happened to Kenny first!" The more and more she spoke the louder her voice became and the shaper her tone became.

No One's POV

The boys from downstairs heard yelling and they all stopped talking.

They all looked at each other and ran upstairs to see what all the fuss was about.

Then, she was crying again because she thought that if she would've listened to Kyle, Kenny, would have never died.

Stan's eyebrows furrowed in confusion "What? Kenny's not dead? Y/n what are you talking about?" He asked.

The two boys listened closely as Y/n and Stan talked about Kenny dying. He was trying to tell her that Kenny wasn't dead but she denied and denied.

Eric's POV

Eric listened to the conversation and once he found out that she remembered about Kenny dying he zoned out.

A smile slowly appeared on his lips. He finally wasn't the only one who would remember his own best friend dying.

Eric walked away from spying on Y/n and Stan arguing and sat on the couch.

He looked at his phone and called Kenny "Hello?" Kenny asked, "Dude, come over to my house right now." Eric said trying to hold back his smile.

"Why?" Kenny asked "It's Y/n, she remembered" That's all he needed to say before Kenny hung up the phone and practically ran to Eric's house.

Now all Eric needed to do was keep Y/n in the house as Kenny was going to come over.

He got up and walked upstairs again.

Now, this time Kyle was in the room with Stan and Y/n.

Nobody was arguing but Y/n sat on Eric's bed with his pillow in her arms and her head hung low.

Stan and Kyle comforted her as she sobbed.

I sighed. Even though she was in a rough state she needs to know the truth about Kenny.

I hope he comes soon so he could tell her everything.