The beginning of the end• Crenny story• South park~(completed)

Two years later~(Epilogue)

Kenny's POV

I'm Kenny McCormick. I'm 19, and I was sure that I have already had the shittiest day of my life. But this is much worse. I bet you're wondering what happened after Craig got shot. Well, I got community service for what I did, which is much better than school. It's not easy, what comes after something like that. It's like you become some sort of shit celebrity. You become someone else. Even to yourself. But you can't go back to who you were before.

I think my parents found what happened to me more difficult than I did. They got a divorce. Dad when ballistic and got sent to jail.He got sent because he tried to kidnap Karen, but I think it's mostly punishment for everything. Mom went a bit psycho herself after that. She started referring to herself in the third person. Me, her and Karen moved in with one of her old friends from high school down in New mexico. That meant I had to leave the guys behind, but they said it was okay,and gave me an old phone to use if I needed to talk to one of them. I also missed the end of school, but mom said that was okay, and no McCormick male has ever finished school anyways. My brother, Kevin, dropped out to move in with his friends in Kansas. Karen also has a boyfriend here in New mexico. His name is Javier. He's alright, I guess. According to Karen, he plans to be an psychologist when he's older, so I guess he's cool. I got a job at a nearby bakery. Rodriguez bakery. That's where I met a nice young lady named Mariposa. She's really smart, so I decided to marry her the second I could. We decided to have sex first. It turns out, sex isn't that bad.It's not such a big deal. I told her everything that happened. She gets it. I asked her to marry me again afterwards. She agreed, and my mom spent all her divorce money on the wedding. That's tomorrow. Tomorrow is gonna be the second shittiest day of my life. It's not like I'm not happy, I'm just not feeling how I thought I would. Ever since I got back, I haven't felt much of anything. It's good, not feeling, but I thought if I married someone I'd finally feel something. Like I used to. When I was with.....Never mind. Getting married young is like, the most renegade thing you can do to yourself anyways.

On my way to work today, I spotted a car following behind me, I didn't think about it much, and went to work like normal. That same car parking on the side of the road, and stayed there all day. I think it's a stalker, so while I was taking the table and chair from outside to the inside, I stopped to confront whoever was trying to stalk me. When I started to approach the car, it started and attempted to drive away, but crashed into a nearby tree. When I flung the door open, the man inside curled up so I couldn't see his face.

"Who are you?" 

Craig's POV

It was the perfect ending to out tale of doomed love story. A bittersweet tragedy. 

Then I didn't die. I sat in that hospital bed for months, under 24-hour police surveillance, waiting for a court date. The only people who visited me were my family, Tweek, Token and Clyde. I kept trying to get in contact with Kenny, but my parents didn't allow us to see each other. Not at all. We couldn't talk. But I thought about him all the time. Even after me and Tweek got back together. It didn't feel the same. Something was missing, and I knew what is was. Tweek tried to replace him, but we both knew he couldn't.

The bullet did a lot of damage. They always told me about my injuries, and complications, and things taking time, and long roads ahead. They always tried to remind me that I was 'very lucky'. I didn't feel lucky. At all. I felt like I was being punished. 

Kenny's dad visited me in the hospital. He told me that he needed me to do something for Kenny. At first I was skeptical, then intrigued. He told me to write a letter to Kenny, about how I don't want to be his boyfriend anymore. It was the only way that Kenny would get over me and move on. I didn't want to, but I felt like I had to. If Kenny's mourning over me, then he'll never move forward. It's best if he forgot about me. So I wrote him a letter, telling him how I don't want to see him ever again, by request of his father, and sent it.