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...
Tweek and I have been hanging out more. I decided to come clean to him what was going on I know I shouldn't have but I had to say something. Even though I take Vistaril to help me sleep, this strange feeling goes through me when I can't sleep. I wake up sometimes and my heart is racing so hard and fast that when I try to calm down, I can hear my heart thumping in my entire being. It's like you can't relax or breathe.
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I sat on the bleachers with Kenny, Butters, Craig, Tweek, Clyde, and Token while watching the basketball players run along the floor. The ball went into Kyle's hands, he dribbled it to three pointer line and he slowly turned towards me. Everything went quiet. If a pin dropped, I swear I'd be able to hear it.
When Kyle turned to look at me, Gary's face went over his. It was terrifying. I tried to stand but I was glued down to the seat. I whimpered out to Kenny, who didn't even breathe or move, "Kenny, help-"
"All I ever did was try to be your friend, Stan. But you were so high and mighty that you couldn't just look past my religion and be my friend back. You've got a lot of growing up to do, buddy. Suck my balls ," Gary said, just like he had years ago. He suddenly threw the basketball at my face.
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When I woke up, I sat up immediately and felt the sweat pouring down my face. I looked over slowly to see that Tweek was right by the bed with a bottle of water and a wet wash cloth.
"He-Hey! I s-saw you wer-were having a night-nightmare," Tweek said softly to me. He sat down on the bed, handed me the wash cloth, and the bottle of water.
"Thank you," I said wiping at my blue eyes, tired and distressed. "Tweek, I have to tell you something."
Immediately, I told him everything. Everything that I knew. That Gary was a suspect, that I was self-harming, and I was recovering from being an alcoholic.
Rather than Tweek freaking out like I thought, he just asked, "Can I give yo-you a hug?"
I nodded softly.
We hugged each other for quite a while. It was so quiet but also relaxing. Even though Tweek was shaking uncontrollably.
"If-If it is Gary, Cr-Craig and Kyle can beat him up!" Tweek said against my shoulder.
"That's true. I was too much of a pussy to do it, but here we are," I said gently.
When we parted, I pulled out my Polaroid camera and asked, "Can...Can I take a picture with you? I just want to take these so I can remember the bad with the good."
He didn't seem like he wanted to at first, but he nodded. I adjusted myself and then we snapped a photo.
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