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...
Pete was sent to jail immediately, kicking and screaming at me. Things along the lines of "I loved you", "Raven, you'll pay for this", and worst of all, "Next time I see you, I'll kill you!" It was terrifying yet almost...laughable. When he was pushed into the car, an officer came over to collect my statements. Kyle obliged and told them no that I wasn't okay to, but I said, "I'm ready."
After explaining it all to them, the police reassured us both that we would be safe. Pete would be going all the way to a different facility in Pennsylvania to get the best care. It was far. Thank God.
I am finally free of this hell. I am no longer at Hell's Pass. I'm away from Pete for good. After that day of his attack, I was immediately rushed to the hospital with Kyle at my side, and Ruth Ann. I told the doctors everything that had happened to me before and just recently. I was scared but also relieved. Pete would get help.
Kyle never let go of me even if it was just our pinkies that held together like a thread. He looked more at ease even though he knew who it was. It was over though. No longer would I have sleepless nights in fear that someone was going to hurt me. I wouldn't have to fear the darkness, or the light.
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As the final box went into Kyle's truck, I turned to look at him with love in my eyes. He was beautiful. So beautiful. The tension between us had disappeared into nothingness. We were finally back to ourselves. I was...I wasn't the same Stan as I had been. I felt different.
Kyle stared at me with a smile, but the smile twisted into sadness.
"Chickadee, I'm sorry-"
"Kyle, don't apologize. We were so stupid and had no idea what to do. You don't have to feel guilty anymore. I'll have court with him, but you'll be there just like you have been," I said reaching for his hands.
Kyle pressed his forehead to mine, eyes closed. We stood there for so long in front of Hell's Pass reminiscing in this nightmare we had gone through together. it was finally over. I tilted my chin up to kiss his lips gingerly, whispering, "I love you."
"I love you too," he murmured against my lips. I could taste the cigarettes and cola on his lips, it was home.
We parted while I grabbed my backpack from the ground in time to see a key in front of my blue eyes. "Kyle, what's this?"
"The key to our first apartment," Kyle said with a shit-eating grin on his face.
I screamed then jumped into his arms in pure excitement. We were going to live together! We danced in the parking lot as the clouds parted from the sky above. The sun kissing each freckle on Kyle's face and reminding me that I was alive. He was alive. We were okay. Things were finally looking up for us, and this part of my life was closing and it was so beautiful. We were finally happy.
Nothing could stop this happiness that bubbled inside my stomach. Nothing could take away this happiness ever again. No one. We were free.
We were unstoppable.
With Love forever and always,
Stanley Marsh
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