This took too long. And it sucks. I'm sorry for everything.

Some nights Kenny would find himself climbing into bed with his younger sister while she slept. He would bring his ear close to the holes in her neck and the gargles noise was always one to disgust the blonde, but Kenny never cringed away. If anything, it fascinated him.

It started with Tweek and the various gaping wounds that laced his torso. Kenny was interested in how the older blonder never felt a thing when a curious finger wandered into one of the openings or how pain was something Tweek just didn't experience with his mutilation. Since Karen could be seen as being in the same position as Tweek, curiosity struck the thirteen year old. On a night when it just the two siblings residing within their cottage, Kenny gently crawled into bed with his sister, hovering over Karen as she breathed heavily. With one hand he stroked her hair, some of the sandy brown strands getting tangled within his fingertips. The blonde brought his other hand right to Karen's neck, wrapping his fingers around the nape and some of her gargled breathing grew louder and even more stressed than before. Then –without a second thought - Kenny inserted his index finger inside one of the wounds near the base of Karen's chin.

The difference between Tweek and Karen was the girl never bled from her neck like how the other constantly did. As soon as his finger went in knuckle deep, Kenny began to slowly pull it back out. Covered in a thick red substance which he didn't seemed too worried about, the girl's breathing began to get more rigid and she stirred from underneath her brother's grip. The thirteen year old loosened his hand, but he still didn't let go completely. Instead, Kenny stroked Karen's right cheek with the pad of his thumb and looked down generously at the sleeping brunette.

He wanted to do the same as he did with Tweek – tug off a chunk of his sister's skin – but he had enough consciousness not to. He could only imagine Karen would awake from her slumber if he did so and wither in pain with fresh blood beginning to leak out from her neck that was violated only seconds ago. The newly tortured wound would then be large enough to allow more oxygen to seep through the holes. But of course, Kenny couldn't find it within himself to harm his younger sister in such a way.

Sighing to himself, the bruised boy let go of Karen all together. Bringing the hand which was wrapped around her neck closer to his eyesight, Kenny examined the blood painted onto his index finger. It enticed him and he slowly found himself smirking at the sight – already, as was it beginning to cool and dry – and Kenny ever so slowly stuck the digit within his mouth, licking the substance with ease. It reminded him of the night of the accident. How when Kenny collided with the door of the vehicle, he bit his tongue from the shock of the impact and the copper flavoured substance quickly filled his mouth. Karen's blood tasted just the same as his, and the blonde slightly cringed closing bright blue eyes as he did so. Kenny swirled his tongue around said digit a few times until he no longer felt a trace of the blood, and so he pulled it out, watching as a small trail of saliva followed behind.

Bright blue eyes glanced down once more to the nine year old. Karen looked so undisturbed and peaceful now, as though none of what her brother just did happened. Kenny then climbed off Karen's sleeping body - just as gracefully as got atop it – and walked over to Tweek's bed on the other side of the nightstand between the two. The bedding seemed to scream for Kenny to lay within what it had to offer and the bruised boy happily jumped right into the sheets, falling asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillows.

From the back seat of the shitty Plymouth Acclaim his parents owned, a thirteen year old boy watched as his mother who was driving at the time, turned around in her seat and glanced back to her son who sat directly behind her. Due to the speed the vehicle felt to have been going, it was already beginning to waver slightly the moment the mother took her eyes off the road. Her facial expressions read as pissed, and all the boy could do was focus his attention on the upcoming intersection they were getting closer and closer to by the second, Bright blue eyes took notice of how the stoplight glowed red in the darkness the family's country town had to offer, and the son didn't even bother to listen to what his father – who sat beside his mother – had to complain about. The blonde was more interested in how quickly they were coming to the crossing roads and his mother had yet to slow down. Beside him in the backseat, his younger sister seemed to had just woke up from the nap she was taking earlier, and her blue eyes were doe like as she turned towards her brother.

"…Kenny?"

He wanted to tell Karen about how everything was going to be all right, and they would be home in their cozy, little trailer soon, but Kenny could only get a few words in before the impact of another car came crashing into their Acclaim. Slamming into the car door window, the glass shattered viciously, several of small chunks sliding into the skin on the left side of his face. The sudden pain cause the blond to violently bit his tongue and he winced once the taste of his own blood quickly filled his mouth. To Kenny's left, his sister could be heard screaming along with their mother – who cursed more profanities than she did fully scream. The force from the other vehicle wasn't the only damage done, due to the speed his mother decided to go, it caused the Plymouth to skid sideways across the intersection until eventually it flipped, running into yet another car on the road.

The seatbelt Kenny luckily had been wearing, caught him from moving too much besides the act of slamming against the side of his door, the side of his face which now had various glass shards within stung, and before stopping himself from doing so, the blonde cried out, tears instantly hitting his eyes. It hurt to feel the clear substance leaked out from his left eye, the one that just so happened to be open as a shard of glass slid its way within the blue orb. He could hardly open said eye. His vision remaining in the other started to give out and all Kenny could do at that point was attempt to breathe normally and slowly bring a hand out to Karen… who was knocked out with a rather large piece of glass stuck within the contents of her neck.

Blood covered almost the entire backseat, but the front wasn't any better. It reminded the thirteen year old of a canvas splattered in red paint. His father groaned loudly with the sound of several sirens in the background – the last sound Kenny remembers hearing before finally giving out.

She usually made it a daily routine to get up early enough to walk out to the pond where she could bath and scrub at the cuts that never stopped bleeding. But this morning, Bebe took it upon herself to continue to sleep curled up next to her boyfriend who sometime during the night crawled into bed with her. Taking a deep breath, the curly blonde could smell nothing, something she noticed while in Purgatory – that nothing really radiated with a smell except for the residence that lived throughout the village. To her side, Bebe felt the rustling about of her boyfriend, and eventually she slowly opened her eyes to take witness of Clyde getting out of bed.

"What are you doing?" She mumbled.

Turning back to the girl on the mattress, Clyde waved a hand in her direction. "Don't worry about it. I'll be back in a few."

As she watched the brunette exit their cottage, closing the door behind him, Bebe couldn't help but sigh and roll back over, while feeling a little bit unsure about what just occurred. She knew her and Clyde weren't as close as they used to be when the couple was still living, and sometimes Bebe liked to blame that fault on herself.

Curling her arm underneath her pillow and smashing her face even further into the comfort, Bebe couldn't help but ask herself why they were brought to this place to begin with. It seemed, after speaking to various others in the area, that the reason of their passing to the otherworld wasn't typically their fault to begin with, that it started with the intentions of someone else's doing. But when Bebe brought her situation into the spectrum, the reason Clyde was here was because of her, and the girl took her life because of her boyfriend which again – turned out to be her fault. Something about the purpose for this world seemed off to Bebe but it wasn't like there was someone in charge she ask such questions to. Instead, she and the others, were left wondering about the realm and figuring things out for herself.

She repositioned her figure on the bed, switched sides to lay on, and when doing so, Bebe couldn't help but notice all of blood covering her sheets and pillow case. Not only was there fresh blood from switching positions, but throughout the night, from her cuts which consistently leaked red, there was the substance everywhere dried and the colour of brown rust. Overall it disgusted the blonde but there wasn't anything she could do about it.

For what seemed like eternity, Bebe finally decided to fall asleep. She felt a smudge of blood run across her cheek as she set her arm underneath her head, but all she did was ignore the feeling and close her eyes.

By the time Clyde arrived back to the cottage, Bebe was awake once again and she was pacing the wooden structure with her arms crossed over her chest. The only clothing she wore was a simple white camisole she occasionally wore under her sweater and her usual black jeans. The moment her eyes caught sight of the brunette entering the space, she stopped pacing to direct her attention towards him and began walking his way. Bebe didn't stop until her arms were uncrossed and wrapped around Clyde's neck, she smiled lightly at him, then leaned forward to plant a kiss on his lips. Within seconds it turned sloppy, Bebe tightened her grip rubbing blood onto Clyde's skin, and she pressed her body closer to him. She felt like everything was going great. One of her hands ran across her boyfriend's torso until meeting the bottom of his jacket where the zipper resided. Curling her fingers around the metal, Bebe pulled harshly attempting to slide it off Clyde's arm a bit. But the moment the fabric began to slip, the brunette pushed his girlfriend away, sucking his bottom lip and refusing to look the curly blonde in the blues of her eyes.

"Bebe, no. I can't do this." Clyde's voice was barely audible and the girl had to ask him to repeat himself. Moaning after he did so.

"But I'm horny Clyde." She whines, grinding her hips against Clyde's thigh. "At least give me something."

"Just go sleep with someone else in the village, Bebe."

"'Just go sleep with someone else'? What the hell kind of bullshit is that?"

"You do it just about any other time I'm unable to have sex with you."

"You make me out to be some kind of a whore, Donovan."

The brunette cringed at hearing his girlfriend use his last name. She hasn't done so since they were still alive and usually she only did it when she was really pissed. "Well you sure are acting like one. Didn't you sleep with that thirteen year old? How was that even possible? He's so fucked up."

"You're more fucked up than he is!" Bebe yelled, lightly stomping her foot on the floorboards. "You don't even have a functioning dick!"

Pushing Bebe away, Clyde made his way towards the front door, fingers clasping over the brass door knob. Then he glanced back the curly blond behind him and spit, "And whose fault is that?"

The moment they left his lips, the words sunk deeply into Bebe's chest. Immediately she grasped her curly locks tightly screaming loudly at the tops of her lungs and sinking to her knees. She knew everything was her fault, and if there even a slight possibility of being able to kill herself again – Bebe would definitely follow through with it.

It was one of those days where Patty Nelson came to visit the cottage Laura stayed in. A small knock sounded on the wooden door and it took everything within the seventeen year old to climb out of her bed and walk across the small space to open it. On the other end, the small four year old smiled towards the blonde with pale blue lips, holding a dead brown flower in hand.

"Hi, Laura." She said, pushing the dead plant towards the girl before her.

They haven't been hanging out as much as they used to – not since that gothic girl had moved into Purgatory, sharing the same cottage as Patty.

Laura took the flower from the little girl, admiring the way the petals were barely hanging onto the plant. She hasn't seen a flower in decades, never even knew these sorts of plants existed in a place like this. But then again, Laura never really got out much.

She moved to the side to let the small noirette in, clutching the flower between frail fingers, then slowly turned around slamming the door behind her and making her way back to the bed she never seemed to leave. Laura couldn't help but admire the mess in the furthest corner of the space. Blue-violet eyes met brown-scarlet liquid that soaked into the floor boards along with covering majority of the glass which lingered about. The sight of her son sprawled across the floor in that same spot quickly filled her mind. The way Craig clutched at the rather large piece of glass stuck within his eye socket, silently screaming and crying.

She probably would have continued standing there if it weren't for the sudden shock of pain in her lower abdomen which sent the blonde falling to her knees.

Patty yelled her name after taking a large intake of air. She also fell to her knees, her tiny hands touching Laura's arm, feeling how cold her skin felt against her own.

"Laura? Laura, what's wrong?"

She could hardly speak the pain was so bad. Instead loud sobs left her mouth while cool tears began to stream from her tear ducts. What she wanted to say was for the girl to go fetch her son, but she couldn't even manage that.

Patty continued to talk to Laura, asking her question that only her four year old mind could come up with. She kept inhaling as much as air as she could, breathing heavily each time she spoke a few words. Beside them on the floorboards was the decaying flower she picked from the deeper section of the forest – the part most rarely dared to enter.