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Chapter 9 holy shit

Eleven o clock. I hear my phone buzz. It's Kenny. The light shines from the screen onto my face, momentarily blinding me. Soon I can read the message.

I'm outside. Come out, please.

Kenny's message was eerily short and sweet. I sneak out quietly, trying to avoid my dad. He can't hear me, he's singing Lorde songs in his room. He's probably just still drunk from when we had beers together, earlier.

I looked through the peephole on our apartment door, Kenny was waiting outside like he said. Hesitant, I opened the door and rushed over to him. "Dude, how did you even find my apartment?" I ask.

"You shared your location with me at some point, I don't know. But I wanted to speak with you." He looks down at his feet.

We start walking around and talking. For the most part it's just been small talk, checking in on what's been happening. Then Kenny stops.

"Stan, I need to talk to you." He pulls out the knife I found in his backpack earlier today.

"Whoa man, take it easy!" I step back and put my hands out, gesturing him to calm down.

"No, no. I'm not going to hurt you." Kenny assures me. "Pay close attention. Earlier I tried explaining this but I gave up. I can't do this anymore. When nobody remembers, it drives me insane. I've died in all the different ways. I've been to Heaven, I've been to Hell, I've been everywhere in between. Listen to me when I say this, I mean it. Remember this moment right now." He paused, tears forming in his eyes. "I need you to watch this happen, and go home and try your hardest to remember. I know it sounds horrible, but I promise you I'll be back in the morning. I need you to understand this. Try to fucking remember this time, please." He takes a deep breath, and stabs himself in the heart.

I run to him as he falls to the ground. The snow around him quickly turned red and melted. My mind was slowly trying to process what was happening. One of my best friends was dying. He was dying. "Somebody help!" I wailed into the dark.

Sobbing, I put Kenny's body in my arms and run as fast as I can back to my dads apartment. Pure adrenaline powering me as I ran into my dads room. He was dressed like a woman.

"Dad!" I sobbed

"Stan!" He turns around. "What are you doing?"

"Please drive us to the hospital. Kenny just tried to kill himself! I don't know what to do. Please help him!" I began to cry even harder.

"Ah, shit. Take him out to the car. Hurry! We might still be able save him." We drive as fast as we legally can to the hospital. I try to keep Kenny alive by putting my hat on his wound to soak up some of the blood, even though I know he's gone. What did he mean when he told me to remember this? Has this really happened before?

What's even worse, why did he ask me to remember that exact moment? It makes no sense. He never told me any message. He just told me to remember his death.

We arrive at the hospital, my dad carries my battered and bloody friend in. "This boy needs help right away!" Dad shouts.

The nurses see his condition and they all rush to attend to him. "What happened that you know?" One nurse worriedly asks.

"He didn't say why, he just randomly stabbed himself!" I say, freaking out. I watch him be taken back to be operated on. My dad tries to calm me down but it didn't work. It keeps hitting me. I watched him stab himself. I watched him die. I'll never be the same again. It feels like it's been a lifetime by the the time the doctor comes out.

"Who's here for Kenny McCormick?" He asks, frowning.

I stand up, raising my shaky hand and walking up to the doctor.

"I'm so sorry. He didn't make it. He's gone."

I fall to my knees. I want to scream but I don't have any strength to do anything. He's gone. It's my fault for not telling anyone he had a knife. Dad picks me up and carries me out to the car to drive me home.

"Listen, Stan," he says. "You can stay home for the next couple of days. I know you must be traumatized. I'm so sorry this had to happen. If there's anything I can do to help, you let me know."

"I just let him die. This isn't about me, this is about how he took his own life. I should have been there for him. I can't get that out of my mind. This all just seems like déjà vu somehow." I stare at the floor.

Suddenly, it hits me like a car crash. I know why he told me to remember this time. It has happened before. I keep seeing all these flashbacks. When Kenny had gotten hit by the truck, when he fell in the fire, when he took a bullet to the brain. All these different times where I've seen him die, I finally remember. My brain is filling with horrifying images from the past. How is this possible? Tomorrow when I see him I have to talk to him. If he's even there.

-chapter edited by CupcakeTheKennana because it sucked ass the first time-