North Park Girl (Stan Marsh x Reader)

Caring is a lie~Chapter 14

Y/n's POV

"Kenny!" Were the last words I remember screaming out before I rushed downstairs and to the concrete before where Kenny's body was all bloody and mingled. I shook in fear, sadness and a lot more emotions. "Kenny," I covered my mouth as I felt tears start to cascade down my cheeks. A hand was placed on my shoulder as I heard a 'They killed Kenny' 'You bastards!' I looked up to see Anna holding tightly onto my shoulder with wide eyes.

"It's alright Y/n, I have a feeling this was meant to happen." My eyes widened at her statement, I stood abruptly and shoved her hand off of my shoulder. "Are you fucking kidding me!" I yelled her eyes scanned over mine and I turned angry all of a sudden. "How could you just say that! No one is meant to die like that!" I held back more of my tears as I yelled at Anna. She reached out for my hand but I pulled back, how could she. "J-Just leave me alone!" I hissed and turned on my foot and walked away. How could she just say that!?

No one's meant to die!e This is Bullshit! Has she seen death before!? I stormed down the street in a sad dazed state to involved in my head to even care what I'm doing. "Y/n!" My name was being called but I ignored it and picked up my pace. Likely a jackass here to say something. "Please slow down!" I picked up my pace, exactly the opposite of what this person said. I was about to turn a corner when my wrist was grabbed and I was spun around. I face Stan his face filled with worry and something else.

"What!" I spat angrily, I wasn't angry at him I was an Anna for saying that. His face turned into a look of hurt and that was when the guilt started. "I'm sorry S-Stan, I-It's just K-Ke-Kenny." I stuttered out, tears started to escape my eyes so I hid into Stan's shirt so no one could see. I don't like crying in front of people anymore. It's a sign of weakness.

"I-It's alright." Stan patted my back reassuringly and I shook my head violently. "It's not! Ken-Kenny's gone!" I screamed in frustration. "He's in a better place." Anger for some reason pushed me into a stage of wanting to smack him upside the head and yelling how is that a better place. "Forget it Stan," I tried to turn in his arms so that I could walk away but his grip only tightened.

Stan's POV

"Y/n, please don't be mad at me." My heart was shattering at her expression. I don't like it. "I-I'm not mad," She replied back with, I shook my head and put it on her shoulder as I responded. "Haven't you heard, heaven is a better place then this. Kenny will be happy." I tried to cheer her up the best I could, Her eyes glossed over and I could tell her tears weren't just for Kenny they were deeper then that, the words just slipped from my mouth without me thinking. "Whatever your crying about I'm here, don't shut your friends out." She stood still as my words processed through her head and as I thought she was going to let me help she broke from my grip in a frenzy and raced off further.

"Y/n!" I screamed out after her, she didn't stop so I picked up my pace and raced after her. Why why did she run off?

Y/n's POV

My cheeks were burning and my tears wouldn't stop anymore, I had to get away from Stan. I got out of his grip and started racing down the street and down alleyways the best I could. The tears continued as I passed by people who stared at me with wide eyes. Likely my makeups washing off fuck! I turned down an alleyway and hid carefully behind a garbage can. Stan's footsteps grew and I sucked in my breath as to not give out my hiding spot. I worked so hard to hide my bruises from my father and I'm not gonna let anyone see them!

"Y/n! Please!" Stan's voice was right outside the alleyway making me squeeze closer to the wall the best I could. Stan's footsteps started to distance themselves from the alleyway make me relax more. Thank god I escaped that, I brought my hand to my face where the bruise was and I hovered over it carefully. Hiding things like this was harder then I thought, I leaned against the wall and brought my legs to my chest. I hugged them tightly as I stuck my head in my legs and cried a bit more. Nothing ever goes my way, I'm bad luck!

"Why are you crying?" A deep voice asked, my head snapped up in reflex and I stared at the same guy, Karen's guardian. Thinking about Karen and how she lost a brother started to make me cry even more. "W-What!" The mystery guy asked in panic, I looked up with tear stained eyes and spoke with a shaky voice. "I- What are you doing here?" The guardian angel stared at me for a bit then spoke up. "I heard crying, now answer me." I wiped the stray tears and stood from my cradle position. "A friend of mine died." I looked down after I said that as the memory came back. "Where did that bruise come from?" His questions pushed. I took in a deep breath as my hand went back to my face.

"I fell." I lied through my teeth, I couldn't say what happened especially to someone I don't know. "I wanna help, you helped Karen." His voice was deep and he had to cough to regain his deep voice. I looked up to him with a questioning glance. "You know about that?" I questioned, I guess I should've known but it was still shocking like he was spying on us. "Yeah, remember I helped you. I saw what had happened." I nodded and debated on telling him, he seemed nice and that he likes to help people but looks can be deceiving, "I-I don't know if I trust you." I stared into his eyes for any sense of him lying but I detected nothing, strange most people has that.

"My dad." I decided that was all I was gonna say, I turned on my heel to walk out but before my final step out of the alley way my hand was gripped. I let my hair cascade around my face so my eyes were hidden. "I- Why didn't you get help?" I thought about it but I shook my head in response. "I do-don't know." I was turning sad all over again which was annoying, I hate it. "I wanna help." For some odd reason anger went through me, I turned on him and glared. "How is it that you wanna help but you don't even know me!" I pulled my hand out of his grip as I still glared at him. "Who says I don't know you!" The voice yelled back cracking half way. I shook my head and turned away. "I have only met you once, I don't know you." I coldly spat. I was only angry because Kenny died. That's why I was taking my anger out on him.

I walked out of the alleyway before he could catch me, I turned a corner quickly and smacked into a hard chest, just fucking great. I glared at the person above me only to have my eyes widen. S-Stan. "Y/n. . ." His voice quieted down as his eyes went to my cheek, I brought my hand to my cheek and covered it. "I-I gotta go," I tried to go around but Stan picked me up bridal style and started walking. "Let me go!" I screamed but Stan didn't even flinch. "We're fixing that." It was his time to spit the cold words off his tongue, I don't know where that fire came from but I didn't care. He cared, though it'll go away. Like all guys who care, it slowly goes away. . . .

Caring's always a lie, no one cares about anyone all they care about is themselves like my drunk excuse for a father. He just cares for himself. Just like eventually Stan will as well.