Not Such a Bad Guy: Eric Cartman x Reader

Chapter Eighteen

When I got home, I silenced all the notifications on my phone and played some shitty depressing music.

Then something strange happened, I cried.  I haven't cried in a long time, but I was basically drowning in my own tears. I did that fir hours before I cried myself into a slumber.

I woke up around 10 o'clock.  My head was clear, and my chest hurt- but my head was real clear.  I ripped out some notebook paper and grabbed a pen to start it.

"I have lived in South Park Colorado for a while now, and I, somehow managed to ruin my entire life here, but I'm not sure where it all started.

I moved here and instantly made friends with the girls.  My hopes were high that this would be the place I could call home.  Then, things went terribly wrong.

Kyle Broflovski came into the picture.  He was smart cute, and basically perfect.  He's the type of guy that you'd want more than a fling with, but I'm not the only girl who wanted a long term relationship with him.

Just like that, all my 'friends' were gone.  I guess I should've seen that one coming.  I was fine though.  I had Kyle.  He said that he'd be there for me.  In only two months, I had fallen in love with the boy.  It took him all about two seconds to break me.  For, Kyle never loved me or cared as a matter of fact.

Hell, I might have been okay if it wasn't for that fucking video.  I unconsciously lost my virginity to Clyde Donovan, and the asshole had a video of it.  He claims that he never sent it to anyone.  Whether he did or didn't, doesn't matter.  It doesn't change the fact that he took advantage of me.  You know, I could've dealt with that too but all the ridicule killed me.  Hell, one of those assholes made a twitter page dedicated to it.

Things got dark after that, but I had one strand of hope left when Sally Darson became my friend.  Not many have good things to say about her, but she truly has a good heart.  She's just too naive. She left me for Craig Tucker.  A guy, who I am 100% sure doesn't give a single fuck about her, but I still hope the best for her.

Now, even after all of that, I was going to continue with my pathetic life, but the cat was let out of the bag.  I was no longer the school whore, but I was that girl who hurt herself for attention.

Let me ask you this, if all I wanted as attention from these cuts, then why the hell did I try so hard to hid them?

That doesn't matter much anymore.  I hope you all are happy.  Everyone hated me so much, that you guys made me hate me.  I don't think you people realize how much a person has to hate themselves to sit there every other night cutting and tearing themselves apart.

It almost feels like everything was working against me.  Like fate wanted me to be miserable.  I guess it'll have to find a new life to ruin.

~Farewell South Park.  I won't miss you"

I took a deep breath and went to the bathroom to grab my father's pain medication.  I didn't hesitate to take them all.  I, then crawled back into to my bed to accept my self decided fate.

How did it come to this?