Obsessed with an addict // STYLE

1 - Introduction To Hell

(OMGOMG MASSIVE CREDITS TOO MY SUPER BEST FRIEND SHELLY!! SHE MADE ALL THE ILLUSTRATIONS IM ADDING!! SHE DOESNT HAVE WATTPAD, BUT SHE DOES HAVE TIKTOK!! YOU SHOULD FOLLOW HER! :D!/nf @shelly__stoleyourfridge!! HAVE FUN READING!!)

Stan:
It's Saturday, finally! I'm so sick of school, thank goodness it's May, Only a month until school ends! Kenny said I should get a journal, and that it would help me with my stress. So here I am. I don't know if it's weird to introduce myself to a book.. but might as well, y'know? My name is Stan Marsh. I'm a 15 year old in 9th grade, at South Park Highschool. My parents got divorced in the summer of 7th grade so now I have to go from one house to another every god damn week. Sadly I'm with Randy right now, he's a worse alcoholic than me! Every second I see him, he's either drunk or high. And he's either loosing his shit or he's angry at my sister for no reason, or even me! Shelley and I are going to my mom's house tomorrow, it feels like time goes by quicker there because she's actually nice to me and Shelley. I can't wait until I'm 18 so I can move as far as I can away from Randy. Cause holyyy shittt.. I HATE HIS GUTS!!

Ever since that little group from elementary school broke apart, my life has changed a lot. I talk to Craig more than before, me and Kenny have bonded more, Wendy broke up with me, and Kyle.. I don't know what happened to him. I haven't talked to him in ages. I have 4th period with him, but he never looks my way and I never look his way. He said something about my negativity when we all stopped being friends, well, when most of us did. I'm guessing it's because of my drinking addiction.

Stan heard glass shatter, the loud noise startled him, and made him drop his journal onto the floor. He was sitting in his bed, still in his pajamas. He had woken up around an hour ago, he was writing ever since he woke up. Randy was yelling louder than any other time he could remember. He sighed softly, wondering what was going on. So he picked up & closed his journal, sitting it on his nightstand, picked up his pen, putting it in his shirt pocket, and listened closely to his father's cries.

He then got worried a few moments after listening to his father, wondering what Shelley had done to make Randy so pissed. So he got off of his bed, slowly walking toward his door, but then he heard something.. "SHARON, IF YOU DONT GIVE ME RIGHTS TO KEEP THE DAMN KIDS I'LL FORCE YOU!!"

*Rights to keep the kids? What the hell? He didn't deserve rights in the first place!* He thought. He was wondering what the hell was really going on. So he then opened the door slowly, trying not to make a noise from the door, and walked out of his room. His father lived in a little 3 bedroom trailer, across from Stan's room was Randy's, and next to that was Shelley's. There was tile on the floor instead on carpet, and it felt cold. He walked down the hallway, to see shelly sitting down on the couch in the living room

"What's going on?" He whispered quietly, Shelley looked up at him, "How long have you been standing there?!" She whispered back, she looked like she had been crying. Stan walked over to the couch and sat down next to her. "Not long." He finally replied. They listened to their father yell for a few minutes, getting worried. Then he randomly stopped yelling.. "I'll go check what's wrong." Shelley commented, she got up from the couch, and started walking toward the kitchen where Randy was, before she could make into the room, Randy came out. "You're going to your mothers house early, go pack your shit." Stan was shocked, they never left here early, only once when the cops came. Shelley went to her room, so Stan got up from the couch to do the same.