There seemed to be no end to this torture of dying repeatedly and then waking up the next day with everyone forgetting about your painful suffering as if nothing had ever happened. It happened very often, dying almost every day. You have a love and hate relationship with your immortality.

Every death you have experienced was either painful or not painful at all. Most of your deaths consisted of drowning, being decapitated, being run over by a car, being poisoned, hospital failures, severe injuries, and so on. Some might think that being an immortal human being was cool. But it's not. It's more like a never-ending trial of torture. A cycle of constant suffering. It was hell and you wished that God could take it all away. You didn't want to keep living like this.

But did you have a choice? No, not really. This curse of yours is permanent, unfortunately. You wish that you had someone else to talk to about this. Someone who would understand and for once believe the fact that you can't die. But there was no one else you knew besides yourself who was immortal.

Of course, you could talk to your friend group Kyle, Stan, Kenny, and Cartman about this, but you doubt that they would understand and believe you. Kyle and Stan. would probably be concerned for your mental health, Cartman would probably mock the fuck out of you for being a crazy bitch like he always does, and Kenny probably won't understand or be dumbfounded if you explained your immortality to them.

Ah yes, Cartman making fun of you and insulting him back was always fun. Just the fact that Cartman always gets pissed over being called a fatass or something like that was something that you'd always find fucking hilarious.

Tonight, was just another of those nights where you would have trouble falling asleep. You usually slept pretty well in the unholy hours of the night but tonight you just couldn't get yourself to get some sleep. You let out a deep sigh as billions and trillions of thoughts ran rampant through your mind.

The endless train of thoughts floating endlessly as though your skull was a void that consisted with no end. You honestly thought that you were losing your sanity. Most of those thoughts were mostly anxiety-reducing questions like; 'Will I make it through the day without going through some unfortunate thing happening to me?' and 'Will I make myself look like a fool by somehow embarrassing myself in front of the entire school?'

You didn't like these thoughts very much as they were pretty much a nuisance and did nothing to help ease your constant worrying. For god's sake, you were praying that you could get through the entire week without getting yourself killed. It would be a fucking miracle if you did. All you could do was hope and pray to God. At this point, you were begging him for a month or at least an entire week without your blood being shed on American soil.

A deep yawn escaped your lips as you began to feel drowsy. The melatonin that you took earlier was finally kicking in. As soon as your eyelids started you feel heavy, you instantly fell asleep, your head slightly sinking into the soft warmth of your pillow and drifting off into dreamland.

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The dawn of night came and went by as usual and before you knew it the cruel ringing sound of your alarm clock awoken you from your sleep. Rolling over lazily you turned to look at your clock. "Fucking hell." You cursed lightly under your breath when you saw that you had about an hour or so to get ready for school. As much as you wanted to stay home and sleep, you couldn't afford to let your grades drop to zero.

You needed to get as many A's as possible so that you could graduate high school and at least get a decent career that would pay a decent amount of money to live on. You lazily sat up in your warm bed and threw off the blanket that once covered your body and kept it warm. Letting out a deep yawn, you stretch out your tired limbs and sat up, walking over to your closet to pick out an outfit for the day.

Once you had replaced your pajamas with the outfit of your choice you made your way over to the bathroom and continued your morning routine. With that, you went back into your bedroom after you finished and grabbed your, phone, earbuds, and a charger before putting them in your school bag and heading downstairs into the kitchen where your mother was making your favorite breakfast meal.

"Good morning hun." Your mother greeted. You nodded in acknowledgment and greetings as you took your seat at the small modern bar your kitchen had. "Morning..." You greeted back with a tired smile before stretching your tired limbs once more.

"I made you toast." She said as she placed a plate in front of you. You smiled brightly in response before digging into the toasted buttery bread. As soon as you finished your meal you got up from your seat and walked over to the sink. You washed the plate and put it in the strainer before returning to your previous seat.

"Thank you for the toast, Mom." You said gratefully as you looked up to meet her eyes. Her kind eyes stared down at you kindly before smiling back at you. "Anytime sweetheart." She replied, gently touching the side of your face before taking her seat across from you. You let out a sigh of relief that she wasn't scolding you for eating too fast and finishing so quickly.

Your mother was a hardworking and caring woman. She always manages or earns a lot of soft money due to working as a doctor at Hellspass Hospital. So, we were able to afford a big house. Your house was very modern, it had two stories and a pool in the background that was implanted into the ground. The interior design was simple, not too crazy. It was very nice. You were lucky to have such a kind and sweet mother. She's the best and you loved her dearly.

After sitting around for a couple of minutes, you got up from your seat once more and headed towards the front door only to be stopped by your mother giving you a big hug. "Have a good day at school sweetie. Study well, will you?" She asked in her kind voice as she pulled away from the hug. You returned the hug, squeezing her tightly as you gave her a nod.

"I'll do my best Mom. And I hope you have a good day as well." You said that you slung your backpack over your shoulders and opened the door, giving your mother a wave before walking over to the bus stop where you knew your friends would be waiting for you.

By the time you had arrived at the bus stop, you were greeted by the classic sound of Cartman and Kyle arguing with one another. You stood next to Kenny and looked and watched the ridiculous agreement they were having with an amused like on your face.

"Stop calling my mom a bitch Cartman!" Kyle shouted in frustration. "What's wrong Kahl? Afraid to admit that your mom is a stupid bitch?" Cartman shot back with a smug grin on his face. "Shut up fatass!" Kyle retorted. You rolled your eyes at their argument while pulling out your earbuds that had been stored safely in the pocket of your hoodie.

"Oh hey, Y/n. Can you help me convince Kahl that his mom is a stupid bitch?" Cartman suddenly spoke to you causing you to turn towards him, your annoyed face showing how irritated and bored you already were with this conversation.

"Y/n, just ignore him," Kyle spoke but you ignored him and turned your attention towards Cartman with that resting bitch look on your face. "No Cartman I am not going to help you convince Kyle that his mom is a quote on the quote; 'a stupid bitch'." You stated bluntly, trying your best not to show any emotion.

"Well fuck you too Y/n! I didn't need your help anyway." Cartman huffed angrily. "Jesus Christ, don't you have any respect for other people besides yourself?" You asked him as you crossed your arms over your chest. "No, I do not," Cartman responded honestly, a smile on his face. The bastard. "Thought so. Honestly Cartman, you're my friend and all but you should start having some manners and respect for other people. Otherwise, you'll probably end up being alone." You told him with a frown on your face and a glare.

"Wow! Cartman just got told off by a girl!" Stan exclaimed in astonishment. Kenny laughed historically at Stan's comment, though his laughter was muffled by the hood of his orange parka that slightly covered most of his face. But you still heard the loud laughs coming from his direction.

"You know Y/n, you're right and I'm sorry." Cartman apologized, placing a hand on your shoulder as he gave you a fake sincere look. "Don't apologize to me dumbass, apologize to Kyle." You stated plainly as you shrugged off Cartman's hand. Cartman then turn his attention away from you and looked directly at Kyle. "Kahl, I'm sorry for insulting your mom." He apologized, though it seemed fake.

Kyle only looked at him with an annoyed expression but accepted his so-called very real and genuine apology.

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The bus ride on the way to school was way more than peaceful and quiet. It was filled with chatters of students and the occasional yelling of the bitchy bus driver. Now and again, however, the chatter would quiet down, and everyone would go silent for a little bit until someone decided to speak and bring the conversation back to its original place.

It was a rather quick ride to school, so you were already in one of the school's slightly crowded hallways. You had about ten or so minutes before class started so all you did was chill out in the hallway while being bored out of your damned mind. At one point you were so zoned out that you hadn't noticed the four boys that you always hung out with were standing there staring at you. They seemed to be waiting for something which caused you to snap out of your trance and finally take notice of their stares.

"Why are you all staring at me like that?" You questioned them with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, well you were zoned out so when you didn't reply we kinda assumed that something happened," Stan explained, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Hey bitch, are you going to walk to class with us or not?" Cartman questioned impatiently. "Uh, yeah, could you remind me what class we have?" You asked, looking at Stan questioningly.

"History with Mr. Garrison," Stan answered you. You groaned in annoyance. Great, you sure were excited to hear Mr. Garrison complain about some gay shit or something. Not. You weren't going to lie; Mr. Garrison's class was never boring it's just the way he teaches annoyed you sometimes. But besides that, all your other classes were great. Except for math of course. Math was just hell. A school subject meant to torture students' mental health. Besides all of that, today's schedule would look like this...

1st Period: History - Mr. Garrison
2nd Period: Math - Ms. Gibson
3rd Period: English - Mr. Mackey (The original English teacher died in a car accident a week ago, so Mr. Mackey is the replacement English teacher temporarily)
4th Period: Art - Mrs. Steribel
5th Period: Study Hall - Mr. Garrison

Out of all your classes art was your favorite, that being the reason for your creativity. "Oh yay, can't. wait to hear Mr. Garrison bitch about how gays being are discriminated against or some shit like that again." You said sarcastically as you started walking to class with the boys. "I know right, it's kind of annoying." Kyle agreed. "Fuck school." You grumbled, earning laughs from your friends. "Yeah, fuck school! Isn't that right Kenny?" Cartman added, looking at Kenny.

"Yeah, dude! Fuck school!" Kenny agreed enthusiastically, his voice sounding muffled. "Come guys, school isn't all that bad," Kyle argued defensively with a small pout on his lips. "Shut up Kyle, you're only just saying that because you're a Jewish nerd." Cartman scoffed, turning his head away from Kyle and glaring at Kenny instead. "Shut the fuck up Cartman!" Kyle yelled, crossing his arms over his chest with a frustrated expression on his face as he glared at him.

"Hey hey, calm down." You tried calming them both down, grabbing both boys by the shoulders and forcing them to look at each other in the eyes. "Stan, do they always act like this whenever absent?" You asked, turning your attention towards Stan. "Yes, yes they do, how do you tolerate their bullshit?" Stan asked, the two boys kept arguing and calling each other names in the background. "I dunno magic I guess." You answered nonchalantly.

"Guys shut the fuck up and stop arguing. We're gonna be late from class if you two don't stop your bullshit." You said with a slight tone of irritation in your voice. "Yeah, Cartman drop it," Kyle advised him. "Alright fine, I stop jew." Cartman conceded with a smirk on his face. "Fatass!" Kyle retorted back.

Thank God that was over. It's already 8 am and you could already tell that this day would be interesting as hell. I mean when is school ever boring without these boys?

To be honest, they made school even more entertaining, to say the least. You were hella glad to be friends with Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny.