Ghost park

Chapter 4

CW// brief suicide mentions

After what seemed like hours of silence I was able to form a full sentence.
"What the fuck is going on. You guys are- ur d-"
"We're dead we know" Kyle butted in "we're here to warn you"
"About what?" I asked
"Satan." Kyle replied with a morbid look on his face.
"Fucks up with Satan? I thought he was pretty chill when I met him" I asked in a slightly skeptical tone.
"Dude look, Satans all pissy because-" Stan started
"Because he's a fucking asshole on his period" Cartman butted in before Stan could finish. Kyle sighed and Stan pinched the bridge of his nose, before continuing.
"He's pissy because his boyfriend broke up with him. Anyways he's finally realised that you've died like 300 times or some shit and he is pissed that you're not down in that shit hole they call the afterlife. And he's in a really bad mood and you don't wanna fuck with the prince of the underworld when his angry."

I felt anger burn in my throat. I wanted to yell at them for just brushing past the fact that they've seen me die hundreds of times and just completely forgot about it but I pushed down the emotion and looked at them with a confused expression on my face.

"What the fuck" I managed to spit out
"Dude it's simple. If you weren't so fucking poor maybe you'd be able to understand" argued Cartman but I ignored his attempts to get a rise out of me.
"In all fairness to him, three dead people are standing in front of him spitting some bullshit about Satan. I'd be skeptical too" Kyle responded with an agitated look on his face "Maybe if you weren't such a fat fuck we could've done it the way we planned and told him gradually"

I dropped my head in my hands, wincing as my bruised forehead bounced off one of my fingers and let out a long exasperated sigh.
"So you guys leave me alone in this, this shitty little town, and then pop back in just as I'm starting to learn how to cope with what happened and drop the nuclear fucking bomb on me that Satan, the literal ruler of hell, wants me dead and you think I'm just gonna be fine with it? Dude you have no idea what it's been like here. I'm so jealous of you lot. You don't know what I'd give to be down there with everyone else. I've tried to kill myself, trust me I've tried, but every time I wake up in my bed in this quiet, little, redneck, Podunk, white-trash mountain town as fucking usual" the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them. I had definitely said it too loud but I didn't care. Rage boiled in my stomach and I felt my heart ache reminiscing about the things that have happened since their deaths.

"We're really sorry dude. We didn't want to leave you it wasn't exactly our choice." Kyle said in a weak attempt to comfort me. I clutched my head in my hands muttering under my breath about going insane. Eventually I stood up and slumped my way over to the bathroom door.
"Dude wait!" Kyle pleaded. I turned around to face him and listen to what he had to say.
"I know you don't want to see us right now but we're worried about you. We just came to warn you. You're going to have to be really careful Ken"
"Don't call me Ken" I spat, cutting him off.

The room fell silent and I heard the footsteps of Butters Stotch approach the bathroom. I was too tired to care at this point. All I wanted to do was go home. Butters barged through the bathroom door in a panic.
"Ken there you are! I was worried sick" he panted, out of breath.
"Oh so the twink can call you Ken but we can't" Cartman snapped. If looks could kill a ghost, Cartman would be another six under right now with the glare I shot at him.

"Butters!" I said, grabbing his shoulders and pointing him towards the ghostly figures standing in front of me "you see them too right?" I asked, looking for clarification that I wasn't going batshit insane.
"See who Ken? Never mind, look Mr Mackey was asking if you were on drugs-"
"I don't care what Mr Mackey said" I snapped back, trying to bring his attention back to the dead students standing merely 8 feet away from him.

"Ken I'm worried about you-" he muttered, a look of fear in his eyes.
"I don't fucking care Leo" I yelled, pushing him lightly against the wall and slumping down against the cubicles again. Butters scrambled out of the bathroom, tears pouring down his face. I felt a sharp feeling of regret as I realised I'd hurt the boy.
"Oh hoh trouble in paradise kinny" cartman smirked.
"Fuck off dude" the three other boys muttered in unison. I picked up my shit from the floor and made my way towards the bathroom door.
"Where are you going dude" Stan asked
"Home." I snapped back.