Author's Note: I do not own South Park or ANY of the following characters mentioned! They rightfully belong to the imagination and minds of Trey Parker and Matt Stone! This is my first fanfic, so i'm sorry if it's not so good...please review and PM me and tell me what you think. i dont mind creative critism and help with my writing. Let me know if i should write more! THANKS and ENJOY!

7:28PM

We're all books, and out of all my non-conformist friends, I'm the easiest to read. I'm an open book with a fuckin' live audio thing, always playing with no pause.

I'm transparent.

Predictable.

My room's dark, with music playing...the room smells like vodka and cigarettes.

Up until today…today that all ends. All this…aggravation, all this anger…will all work in my favour for once. My pain and anger had all built up and reached its boiling point a LONG time ago, but I controlled myself….barely. However today will be unlike any other, today I will act on all of it, and take matters into my own hands. I already knew that they won't miss me, that nobody ever will. I'll just be remembered as that Goth kid who killed himself, but I don't mind because that's just who I've always been. That 'Goth Kid', the kid with pock marks, or the 'Red Goth', but never EVER did anybody ever call me Dylan…that's my name you know. Yet they never seemed to remember, none of the other kids seem to remember who I am.

They just see Goth. They don't see me for me; they just see the clothes, the make-up, the hair, the smoking and coffee, but not ME.

I can't take it anymore…I'm alone. Completely alone in a dark and unforgiving world, and what's a teenager to do ALONE in this world? My family doesn't care about me (shock), my so-called bad-ass hardcore non-conformist friends (if they even COUNT as friends) don't notice…they don't care enough to notice. I'm alone, and that's how I'll die, and I don't think I mind now much either. Well, what's a kid to do all on his own, all lonely and shit? Well my friends, I'll tell you: smoke all your cigarettes (check), drink a pot of coffee (check), down a bottle of vodka (check), take a piss and take a shower (check and check), so far so good. Then turn off phones and ringers (check), and then you kill yourself….simple enough.

7:47PM

My music is blasting nonsense and obscenities and I'm bleeding to death slowly yet surely. I smile, 'This feels great', I think to myself while grinning my ass off. Yet then I hear a door open and shut, 'SHIT! Mom and dad aren't supposed to have gotten home yet!' my light-headedness seems to be growing worse by the moment, so I start cutting deeper into my wrists, fucking amazing is how this feels, but I'm also rushing hoping to be gone from this life by the time they get to me. I hear footsteps in the distance, on the staircase, Shit. My knees are growing weak, and my eyes seem to droop, 'yes, I'm going to die…' I smile and giggle, 'Yes.' I cut the deepest cuts yet on both wrists a giant "X" on both, still I'm smiling. I'm finally going to get my lifelong wish and join sweet oblivion, it's about time. I hear footsteps by my door, but it's too late for them to help me anyway, I'm fading away, into sweet nothingness. Tonight I'm about to die alone. I scan my black room, lit only by my candles along my desk, I see my Slipknot, Avenged Sevenfold, and Snow White's Poison Bite band posters around the room. Somebody's in front of my room, turning the handle, my eyes droop finally, and my legs give out.

Finally I'm almost there.

"DYLAN!" I hear someone scream and grab me, but it's too late.

I'm gone. My story is over now, and I was right…I died alone. Minus the person holding me and crying over my dying body. I was wrong after all…somebody will miss me after all.

Now I'm really gone…

'Hello Death. Nice to meet you,' I think as I finally fade into dark, sweet, beautiful nothingness.

7:49PM