Ghost park

Chapter 8

I opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the sudden bright lights and sat up in my bed. I sighed to myself as I reached for my phone in one of the many pockets in my parka. It's only 1 I laughed, surprised at how fast I'd been 're-birthed' or whatever it was. I'm kinda like Jesus I thought to myself as I made my way down stairs. My parents were off somewhere, probably smoking crack, and Kevin was with Karen, taking her to Tricias house for the day since it was a Saturday.

I wandered over to the fridge, relieved with the rare peace and quiet, and took a pop tart out of one of the many boxes we had. I cut it into quarters, making sure to only take one corner and popped it back into the fridge. My parents still had us limited to one quarter a pop tart as a snack. I sauntered around the house for a bit, trying to find something to do when I came up with an idea to have some fun. I smirked to myself and raced up the stairs and into my room, reaching into the small hole behind one of my posters and pulling out the little plastic bag.

I shoved it into my pocket with my lighter and opened my window, leaping out and pulling myself up onto the ruins of soda sopa. I climbed the old scaffolding until I reached my smoke spot. I pulled out my grinder and started grinding the contents of the bag into almost a powder.

I had become pretty good at rolling in the years I had been smoking. It's kinda odd to be 13 and technically a drug addict but like father like son I guess. I popped the blunt into my mouth and lit her up, giggling to myself as I blew out the smoke. The world swayed around me as I finished the blunt and stomped it out with my feet. I leaned my head against the wall and let my body sway back and forth as a smile stretched across my face.

The smile was quickly wiped away as paranoia began to kick in and I felt someone watching me. I lurched forward to the edge of soda sopa and groggily leaned my head over.

"Ken what the fuck are you doing" Marjorine asked, staring up at me from the front door of my house. I sighed in relief and swung myself down onto the ground.
"Just having some fun" I slurred, trying to regain my balance as the world spun around me.
"Kenny are you high?!" Marj gasped
"...no" I squeaked before bursting into a fit of laughter.
"This is not funny Kenneth! Look at your eyes!" Marj said shaking her head as she held eye contact with me.
"Sorry Mummmm. You don't have to mother me" I groaned.
"Well someone has to since ur own mother won't do it" She snapped. I stared her down genuinely appalled at what I'd heard her say. She wasn't wrong but it was still way out of line.
"Don't you fucking dare speak about my mother like that" I glared.
"Sorry.." she squeaked, looking down at her shoes. She was lucky I was off my head or else I would've been giving her the cold shoulder for the rest of the weekend.

We both turned to look down the road as we heard footsteps.
"We should go.. I don't want people seeing you like this" Marj said, gripping my hand and pulling me off into the forest near my house. I obliged as I assumed it was my siblings coming back home. I didn't really care if Kevin or my parents found out about me smoking but if Karen found out I was just like our parents she would be destroyed and I couldn't do that to her.

"You're gonna get it mister" she muttered angrily as she dragged me into the trees. I slowly realised that our fingers were in twined. My heart did somersaults at the feeling of her soft hands.
"WAIT MARJIE I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING" I sputtered, digging my heels into the ground to stop the taller girl from pulling me any further behind the trees. She turned to face me, arms crossed and glaring. Her hair had grown down to around her chin I noticed.
"Stan, Kyle and them are all alive!" I spat out excitedly. The blood drained from her face as she heard those words.

"Kenny that's not fucking funny! You and I both know they're gone don't even joke about that." She yelled, letting out a slight gurgling noise as tears began to form in her eyes.
"I'm not joking chill out" I said putting my hands up against my chest in defence "They're really here look!" I turned towards the trees and started yelling their names but was quickly stopped by Marj covering my mouth with her hand. I licked her palm and giggled as she pulled back in disgust.

"Kenny I know you miss them but they're gone. I miss them too. I know it's hard without them but we have to keep pushing through it" she muttered, looking down at the ground as tears filled her bright blue eyes. I felt pity for the blonde girl seeing her like this. She rarely showed her emotions, other than happiness, and when she did it was always in odd ways.

"Let's just find somewhere to sit" I sighed as I dragged her off to a near by tree. I lay my head on her lap as we sat down and let myself drift off to sleep as Marjorine took off my parka and draped it over me as a blanket. She stroked my hair and hummed to herself as I dozed off.

"Docter there must be something you can do!" Gerald yelled as his wife Sheila cried into his shoulder standing over the lifeless body of their ten year old son Kyle Brofovski. I stood in the corner, hugging Ike broflovski tight as his tears stained my parka. I couldn't believe it. They were all gone. Kyle had been the last to go. Cartman had died in the classroom and I had rushed to the hospital with Kyle and Stan. Stan had quickly died upon arrival to the hospital as khis burns were too severe to save him. He had died in his mothers arms and I felt a pang of pity knowing that Cartman and many other students had to die alone in that classroom with no one to hold them. Kyle lay infront of me, his young face littered with black and red burns and cuts. I put my hand over Ike's eyes as he turned to look at his brother. I didn't want him to see Kyle like that. I didn't want to see Kyle like that. Sheila sat in the chair next to the hospital bed wailing and shaking her child, begging for a miracle to happen.
"The burns are too severe. I'm so sorry" the Doctor replied in a soft tone. Gerald crumpled to the ground beside his wife, still holding the hand of his dying child. The memory faded away with the muffled sobs of Sheila and the agonisingly long beep of the hospital monitor as the gingers heart slowly gave out.

AN// icl I just thought this would be funny (I was high writing it) shite chapter aswell in acc praying this gets better soon bcs I can't keep proof reading this 💀