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Kenny walked to the bus stop. Eric made fun of him.

He went to school. Report cards were horrible.

He went home. Parents were fighting again. Late at night.

Kenny looked around his dimly light room. His parents couldn't pay the light bill, so the only light he had was from the sun slowly setting. "Why?" he asked calmly. Everything about him was calm. He smiled softly as water dropped on his face. The rain slowly picked up, his hole in the ceiling drowning him.

He moved his bed a little a screamed, "FUCK IT!"

Kenny grabbed his dad's deer hanging ropes out of the garage. He sighed as he tied a noose. He looked for a good place to hang it. And he finally did.

Kenny took a deep breath, wrote a goodbye note, and after putting the noose on, he jumped. His final thoughts... on how no one could've helped, and how sorry he was no one would care.

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Tweek stared up at his ceiling. His eyes heavy from not sleeping for at least 3 days straight. He looked through old messages, from an old boyfriend. Craig. The name still visible in his contacts. A photo of them both as his contact. Tweek swallowed as he read on.

It's not you.
It's me.
I'm sorry.
Please don't hate me.
Come back.
We need to talk.

Tweek's eyes watered. He never answered Craig. And he did the best he could to run off from him. Tweek hated him. No he didn't. He hated himself. He wanted to be a good boyfriend. He wanted to be everything Craig wanted. But he couldn't be.

Tweek took out a box cutter. And it wasn't for the coffee shop. He took the box cutter to his wrist, which already had many deep scars and cuts, and he made a slit.

It gushed out, and he passed out. Waking up at 5a.m. only to have to clean himself up.

Tweek laid in his bath tub. He sighed softly as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. "I'm going straight to hell," he said to himself lighting it up. He put on his normal green shirt before. He started putting on his combat boots as he smoked calmly. "F-Fuck..." he muttered putting the cigarette to his head, a headache forming slowly. He swallowed calmly and stood up. He put his jacket on and walked out after flushing his cigarette. Once finished with it.

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The handsome linebacker pointed finger guns at everyone he saw as he walked down the cafeteria hall. The girls giggling. The men finger gunning him back. Clyde's infamous smirk on his face. He wasn't such a crybaby anymore. He was the coolest guy in the entire school.

He looked at his phone. His smirk fading into a frown as a news flash on his phone, and everyone else's read...

We are sad to say Kennth McCormick has committed suicide.

The whole school, goths, girls, boys, everyone, gasped in shock. Kyle the most. "He killed himself," he muttered, "that bastard."