Kenny McCormick x depressed reader [ DISCONTINUED]

Ch. 1 ✨

[i don't know what the ages could be.
All I know is that in the show:
Karen's age: 6
Kenny: 10

I'm leaving Karen's age and changing the guys to 16-18 somewhere in between thoses

Y/N

Oh god... please... I don't want-

I speed walked to my next class and sat at the back.
Can I still make it?

I looked in front of me.
Cartman's group comes in.
Agh... not right now. But it's everyday that I feel like this... everytime I see him...

Why did it have to be a fuckboy?

I known him since 4th grade. He's pretty chill... but flirty. And a good friend... till I started to drift away from them.

I'm going to keep hurting myself even more.
If I don't talk to him, I'll hurt myself.
If i DO talk to him, I'll still hurt myself.
Why does it hurt to much? My chest feels like it has to much weight.

I sigh, and looked down at my desk.
"Hey, the fuck is wrong with you?"
Agh, not right now. "Oh nothing, cus, ya know I've been sleeping late." I fake chuckle. I glanced at Kenny, but my eyes widen. He was looking at me.
Maybe he was looking for Cartman.
"Hey guys!" Kyle,Stan, and Kenny look at him.
"Do y'all know about my cousin??"
"Cartman, not right now." I look at him.
"Yes, a lot of times." Kyle walks to us. Stan follows.

"Just leave me alone guys. I woke up late this morning, and I get in a pissed off mood. Unless you want your ass kicked." 
"Ok fine. Geez, she's no fun." They all walked away.

Well it's true. I did stay up all night trying to recover myself from my depression.

It's hard telling someone about this. I feel like if I told someone, they wouldn't care or just make a joke out of it. Or they just don't want to hear it, since they might think it's just for attention.
So I don't say anything.

Keeping some people happy.
If there sad I'll try to be funny.
If there serious about it, I'll listen. And give them advices how to succeed.
I wish there was somebody that did that to me.

School ended, I walked straight home.
I decided to walk to the playground.
See if I can get some stuff out of my head.
His smile.
His dirty blond hair.
His smell.
I guess I've gotten use to the smell of cigarettes.

But he's a pervert. He loves to flirt with girls. I'm pretty sure he even flirts with the  guys.

"Stop! Leave me alone!!!"
I hear a girl scream.
"Take it and break it!" Another girl says, laughing.
"What are we going to do after we break the doll?" The other girl says [ there are 2 girls]
"No please!!!!" She cries.
"Fine. Then we'll just have to kick you."

No... shes not going to get hurt.! I won't let that...

I ran. Searching.
And saw them.
They were in the back of the restroom. "Hey!!! Leave her alone!!"
"Why would we? Your not our mom."
"Im not your momma, but I can kick your ass." They broken the little girls doll. "You messed with the wrong person today!" I kick her in the stomach. "AH SHIT!!" And punched the other girl in the face.
"Come on!" I carried the little girl and ran close to a coffee shop. I put her down.
"Are you ok? Did they hurt you?" My anxiety picks up.
"They didn't hurt me... but they broke my doll... my big brother gave that to me..." she starts to cry.
"Please don't cry. I'll buy you a new one." I hug her.