(Just a heads up, Kenny doesn't die all the time like he did in the series.)
"Let me help you, Kenny. You need help. I can't sit by and let you suffer like this. How long have you felt like this?"
Kenny sighed into the phone, his world crashing down on him. He felt like he could shatter at any moment, and no one could see that.
"Look, don't make this harder than it has to be. I have to do this. I can't do it anymore. I don't wanna feel like this anymore." Craig sobbed on the other end of the phone, which shocked them both because Craig never cried. Never in front of someone.
"It doesn't have to be like this! Let me in, let me help you. Let me get you help, for fucks sake! I can't lose you, not now, not ever. I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you."
"Goodbye." Kenny said softly, hanging up the payphone. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and pulled down his hood, letting the fresh breeze of the chilly day engulf him. His heart pounded in his chest and he walked to his safe place. His haven.
Craig grabbed his keys with shaky hands and ran out the door, not giving either of his parents an explanation. He started his car, him barely being able to turn the key over. He whispered incoherent words to himself and pulled out of the driveway, speeding to find Kenny. He didn't even know where he is.
Kenny had done something like this before. But it doesn't make it any less scary. Kenny was just fucked up and he couldn't help it. Kenny's mind was always on suicide and his depression. He couldn't break away from it. It had him in a trap and it wasn't letting go. Never.
The breeze hit Kenny in the face making him shiver. It was much colder up here. He looked down at the ground that seemed like a gigantic pillow. He knew it wasn't. Thinking like that would probably be the only way he would go through with this.
He had came to the conclusion that this was stupid. He didn't want his friends to find him smushed like a roach in the asphalt. He didn't want to feel the pain that the harsh ground would bring to his bones. He didn't want this.
But he had to. He couldn't deal with the pain, and the thoughts that filled his body like helium in a balloon. He couldn't. He couldn't get help either, even if it seemed nice. He couldn't show that he was weak. That he was broken.
He hadn't realized that his phone had been ringing off the hook for the last few minutes. Of course, it had been Craig. He and Craig had a relationship that was confusing. They both liked each other but they didn't like a title. So they never started dating. They cared for each other so much, maybe even too much. But it wasn't Craig's fault that made Kenny feel this way. Kenny was cursed since he was born. His life was too much for him to handle.
"Hello?"
"Kenny? Oh my god, where are you?" Craig's scared voice filled his ears as he mentally face palmed. He had literally forgotten what had happened. He heard the sound of Craig's car.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry. Just go home, and uh, yeah don't worry." Kenny spoke, out of breath. He didn't know why he was having such a hard time breathing. He took shaky breaths and clutched his chest, he couldn't breathe.
"Kenny? Where are you? Tell me!"
"Our safe place." Kenny croaked our, feeling as he was going to pass out.
"Just breathe, Kenny. I'm coming." Craig continued to speak calming words to Kenny as he drove faster. A few minutes later, the ladder shook as Craig's weight was supported by it. He practically jumped to Kenny, wrapping him in his arms. He ran his fingers through his hair while Kenny sobbed into his shoulder, clutching onto Craig's back.
"Shh, it's ok. I'm here, baby." Kenny gradually calmed down, falling asleep in Craig's arms. Craig picked the small boy up and brought him down to his car. He laid him in the front seat and Kenny curled up in a ball. Craig smiles and hopped in the drivers seat, starting the car. He brought his hand down to Kenny's hair, playing with it.
Craig was so worried about Kenny. He had had such a problem with his depression, and Craig didn't know what to do anymore. It's to the point where he's started to have panic attacks left and right and Craig was so, so scared for Kenny. He needed help, serious help.
Craig pulled up at his house and brought the sleeping boy upstairs, laying him in his bed. Kenny grabbed onto the covers and smiled, the scent of Craig overwhelming him in a good way. Craig waited to make sure he wouldn't wake up, and slipped out the door.
"Um yes, I know someone who needs help. Like, mental help." Craig said into the phone, standing outside his house. He had called a hotline and was going to get Kenny help, even if he hated him after. Kenny was too important for Craig to just watch his beautiful soul slip from his body. He told the person everything and she told him for his condition, he needed to call the nearest mental hospital. Craig pondered his after he had ended the phone call, terrified. Craig couldn't send Kenny to a mental hospital. He wasn't crazy. He just needed someone, and sometimes, Craig wasn't enough. And Craig was stressed. He couldn't take much more of this, so he came to the conclusion and called a mental hospital.
They were coming to get him tomorrow. Craig cried softly as he thought about the fact, sitting on his porch step. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, staring out into the sunset. Tears still fell down his cheeks, and he sighed shakily.
"Craig?" A soft, raspy voice came from behind Craig, making him jump. He hurriedly wiped his tears and turned to him, smiling.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Craig asked, hoping his face wasn't red from crying.
"Are you crying?" Kenny asked, totally avoiding the question from the latter.
"Answer my question first." Craig tried to laugh, but it sounded forced.
"I'm fine, Craig. Why are you crying?"
"I'm not."
"You are. Why are you lying to me?" Kenny crossed his arms across his chest.
"I called someone, ok?" Craig started, his voice cracking. He shouldn't have brought this up. "I called a facility, and they're coming tomorrow. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..." Craig was crying again and his body shook from the sobs.
Kenny was speechless, and mad. He was fine. He didn't need to be sent off. And he wasn't going to. Kenny jumped off the porch and ran off.
"Kenny! Wait!" Craig stood but Kenny was already too far for him to even try to catch up. He sighed and walked back into his house, calling him even though he knew he wouldn't answer. Maybe he'd get tired of hearing his phone ring.
Kenny ran as fast as his feet could carry him through the brush and the trees in the forest close to the house he just ran from. He dodged angry tree branches and his thoughts were going a hundred miles an hour. Even if it seemed childish, he needed to run away. He needed to go, that facility wouldn't quit looking for him after Craig tells them he left.
Kenny stopped to catch his breath and his grabbed his phone out of his pocket, which had been ringing for minutes. You already know who it was. He dropped his phone on the ground and smashed it, feeling guilt after. Craig had gotten him that phone a couple years ago for his birthday. Craig was the only one who had remembered other than Karen. He took off into the depths of the woods and he came to an opening, and saw the city lit up like fireflies in the oh so big world. He didn't know how long he had been running. But he was on the border of South Park. He couldn't turn back now. He turned away from his life, his friends, his family, and ran.
HELLO!! IF THERE IS ANYONE STILL EVEN HERE FOR THIS BOOK, I AM SO SO SORRY! I AM THE WORST AT UPDATING, BUT IT IS NOW SUMMER AND I WILL TRY TO UPDATE MORE FREQUENTLY! IT'S JUST BEEN SO OVERWHELMING WITH SCHOOL BUT I WILL TRY TO UPDATE SOME MORE!
