"You've got to start grappling the fact that there is something wrong with you marsh"
My dad. I hate my dad.
"Have you been doing the exercises I told you?"
He is the reason why I was put into this position.
I press my index finger to the office chair I was sitting on pushing pressure onto it until I turned clammy white.
"Stan"
I ignore the voice as I push harder and harder hearing a slight pop in my finger. I smirk and move onto my middle finger. Starting the process over again.
"Stan"
Next thing I know all my fingers are bent, they hurt. I peer up at the man sitting across from me and smile. Not in a creepy way not in a sad way but a genuine happy smile. "Mr Mackey do you think I'll end up like my father?" I say working on bending my finger back to normal. All he does is stare at me in horror grasping the arm of his chair lightly for support. "S-stan go to the nurse," he whispers pointing to the door, "now,".
He was scared. I don't understand. Why was he sending me away wasn't he supposed to help me.
I nod my head and silently stand up making my way to the door. I turn back around and smile , "Thank you sir for your time,". Then I walk out towards the bathroom stalls.
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FanfictionStan has been going crazy since his fathers death seeing things and hearing voices. Scared of turning into his father he losses himself more everyday. The only think keeping him sane is... Butters, the kindest person in all of South Park is scared o...
