The Story Behind Stan Marsh {On Hold}

Chapter 1

KYLE POV:

          Then it happened. Nobody could believe it. Stan Marsh was dead. His mom found him passed out in the bathroom, tiny blue pills scattered all over the bathroom floor. 

          Stan Marsh had killed himself. 

           When I heard the news it was over a call to my Mom, I was sitting at the kitchen table, thumbing threw one of my text books. 

           I liked my thumb and pulled it to the corner of the text book and turned the page using my fore finger and my thumb. 

          I could hear the telephone ringing in the background, I was too into my text book to pick it up and see who it was. 

          I scoped up a spoon of corn flakes and then popped them into my mouth, chewing them up and then taking a sip from my glass of water. 

          I tuned into what my mother was saying "Sharon! What's wrong?....."

          I pocked up my head from my food, lifting my head off of my extended wrist I looked over at the end of the table and stared curiously at Ike. 

          I mouthed "What's going on?" and he just shrugged and we both turned our heads to look at my Mom. 

          My Mom looked towards me and I gave her a confusing look, as I could hear someone crying at the other end of the phone, my mother shrugged her shoulders, but continued the serious look on her face. 

         My Mom put one hand on one end of the phone and beckoned me over. I looked at Ike and he frowned, I walked over to my Mom who was standing by the phone on the wall. 

          "Stanley's mother Sharon wants to talk to you bubby" My mother handed the phone to me and before I put the phone to my ear I listened to the silence. And I felt a bubbling of fear over whelm me. 

          Maybe she was calling because she found the porn on Stan's computer that I had shown him. But he had deleted his history, and Stan wouldn't just bail me out like that, he would take the blame, just like I would for him. 

           I put the phone to my ear and cautiously said my first words "H-hello?"

          "K-kyle is that you?" I could hear her on the other end of the phone and I heard her sniffle. 

          "What's going on?" I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat, making my voice sound higher than it usually was. 

          "Kyle I have some... bad news concerning Stan" I could hear Mrs. Marsh sniffled on the other end of the phone and her voice was faltering, I could tell she was sobbing and crying hard. 

          My heart stopped for one second and my heart started to beat faster and I gulped, my mouth growing dry. "W-what h-happened?" I asked. 

          "Kyle honey, S-stan, h-he's...." Sharon couldn't say the word "S-stan is dead" then I could hear her sobbing "He killed himself last night" 

          My life stopped and my eyes bulged out, growing wider. My mouth went wide and I mouthed these words Stan is dead, my super best friend is dead 

          I wasn't in control of my actions, the home phone slipped from my hand, falling threw the air, only to be stopped by the windy telephone cord. 

          "Bubby what's wrong?" My mom asked me, standing up from the kitchen table, a look of concern plastered into her facial features. 

          Then without answering anyone's questions I slowly walked up to my room. 

          "Kyle? Kyle! Get back here young man!" my mother screamed me, grabbing my wrists to stop me. 

          Her wrist grabbing stunt made me turn around and I stared at my mother, a blank expression on my face. 

          Somehow my mother knew by staring into my face she knew nothing was ever going to be the same ever again. 

          I walked up the stairs to my room, and shut the door slowly. I ripped down the blinds, trapping me in my dark room. 

          A rush of anger overtook me and I clenched my fist, and picked up a picture of me and Kyle. I blank stared at it. 

          I clenched my teeth and grabbed the picture in two hands and ripped the picture in two, I kept ripping it and shredding it to nothing. 

          There was so much anger in me I couldn't even feel the tears running down my face, I was sobbing. I threw the pictures pieces around me. 

          My anger stopped and I sobbed harder, leaning down and picking the pieces of picture from my ripped up pictures and hugged them close to my chest. 

          I fell onto my bed hugging the pieces, and cried my eyes out in the dark, knowing I would never see Stan Marsh, my super best friend ever again.