Dear friend,
Wendy visited today.
A knock came to my door, followed by, "Stanley, you have a visitor."
I looked up to see Wendy; my ex girlfriend. She wore a purple sweater, jean mini skirt, and a purple hat. In her hands, she held a bag in her hands from a fast food restaurant and another bag, which had two bottles of water inside.
She cleared her throat. "Stan, I came to see you. If that's okay. I brought your favorite food for lunch- I know you really like your Marsh salad. Lettuce, spinach, chopped eggs, provolone, and vegan green goddess dressing," she said.
What could it hurt?
For a while we sat at the table, eating in silence. I fiddled with the cap of the water bottle for a moment and softly asked, "Did you figure out who wrote that letter to me?"
"I did," she replied, wiping her lips with a napkin.
"Well, who is it?" I asked.
She sat still then she pushed a cookie towards me, which I easily pushed back.
"Tell me," I pressed.
I watched the way her mouth opened and closed to only open again, "Gary Harrison," she replied.
I froze.
"Why would he threaten me?"
"That's what Kyle and I are trying to figure out," she said.
"Fuck...I know I was a dick to him at first and then he found out what really happened, but why would he even call me Raven?" I questioned.
"Stan, Bebe and I scanned everyone's handwriting in the school from the past and present. All we could match up was him. At first we thought it was Butters, but he hearts his I's not bubbles. Gary did that. Kyle and I are going to find out where he lives and give him a visit," Wendy said.
"Alright," I said.
We cleaned up without a word. Not even a glance at each other.
Before she left, she gave me a warm, tight hug. "I'll never stop loving or protecting you," she whispered.
I've been sitting here for quite some time at my desk, playing mindless games of rummy and slap jack with Tweek. However, I can't concentrate. Gary. Gary is the one in charge of this. He started this all.
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Dear Stan Marsh
FanficArt 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...
