TW-mentions of depression, Self-Harm, and alcoholism
November 29
Stan POV
I desperately wish I didn't feel so miserable, but i do.
the breakup was mutual, we just didn't love each other anymore. so why was i sad? my guess was the loss of something familiar. everything was changing so fast for me. my mom and dad divorcing, shelly moving away, it was so much change.
it's for the best though. all of them. all of the changes. especially the breakup. Wendyl, they're in love with someone else, and they don't make me feel the way I feel around-
a pebble pings off my window. i sit up. who the hell would want to talk to me right now?
i walkover to the window and look down to see kyle standing at my front yard, looking up. my face flushes.
he waves his hand, motioning for me to come down. he looked worried. i give him a thumbs up and hurryaway, pulling on my coat and pulling my beanie back on my head.
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"ky!" i exclaim, running over. "what's up dude?" i expect him to say something stupid, like "the sky", or tell me how he's doing, but instead he shoves his phone into my chest.
"what-?" "just- just look." He bits his lip. I take the phone and flip it up towards me. It's open to a Coonstagram post.
About me.
on Wendyl's account.
pictures.
pictures of me.
pictures of me drinking
pictures of me crying
hugging kyle
arguing with wendyl
cutting myself
the description
Stan Marsh is a depressed, alcoholic asshole who's head over heels in love with his best friend, Kyle Broflovski.
Pathetic.
"w-wendyl...did this?" i choke out. i can't believe it. we both agreed it was for the better. no hard feelings.
why would they post this?
my eyes sting with tears.
no. i can't cry
not in front of kyle.
"it looks like it," kyle says. i can hear it worry in his voice. "are you ok dude?"
yea, i want to say. yea i'm ok. it's fine i don't care.
but i can't force it out. i can't make myself lie to him.
"i-," i start crying. everyone at school, they'll see this. my parents could see this.
"hey, dude," kyle hugs me, my face buried into the crook of his neck. "i'm here for you, ok?"
"i'm right here."
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-this december-
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