Art by: Burquillos (via tumblr)
Edited to become cover by me.
Stan Marsh is 19 years old and suffering from depression and self-harm. He has been for a few years now, and it's become too much. Thanks to those around him, he's on the road to recovery...
I've taken up dancing and painting, like I said previously. Things have really taken a turn for me. Everything is so nice and wonderful. Kyle's been seeing me a little more, but I have been busy with things. I can finally say that I'll be able to leave this facility for a short time on Valentine's Day. They said I can try to go back home and enjoy my life. They think I'm ready.
I don't.
I do.
Yet, I don't.
Something just isn't right.
I think I'm just scared. Although...I should be scared. When I came back from my visit with Kyle, I came to my room and found a letter. It was written in a black pen on notebook paper:
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Do I show Kyle or a doctor? I folded it up and placed it under the mattress.
When I slept, I heard someone whisper in my ear, "I'm coming back."
