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 woke up during the night last night to a soft noise at the window. At first I thought it was just my imagination playing with me since Tweek had been telling me someone was at the window at night. I didn't really believe him, but I was beginning to think he was right. Someone was there. Watching me.
Thing is, we had curtains but I usually slept with them open just so I could see the moon. Not to mention usually security was good, but something was wrong.
I waited until the noise stopped to get up. My feet touched the floor but felt a foreign object- paper. I turned my lamp on to see a piece of paper on the floor. Just as I had suspected. I grabbed it and began to read.
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I wanted to destroy the letter. I wanted to get rid of this. All I could do was shove it in my journal, lay in my bed, and not sleep. I was not tired anymore. I was awake. Awake and unable to fall back asleep in fear that the man or woman in the window would return.
Usually I would go to the front desk and demand for Kyle, but I was scared to trust them now. They were letting someone in...Someone was allowing an outsider into my room.
Hell's Pass was allowing someone to send me threatening letters.
