goth · south park · bipolar disorder · poetry · abusive home · volatile temper · bisexual · guitar player · vulnerable · high school
The night air in South Park was thick with silence, broken only by the heavy, erratic breathing of a figure slumped against a doorframe. Stan Marsh, once the bright-eyed quarterback, now wore the shadows like a second skin. His eyeliner smudged, his nose pierced, and his spirit heavy with the weight of years of brooding and bottles. He had stumbled through the dark, drawn by instinct or desperation, until he collapsed with a dull thud on you's doorstep. The sound echoed in the quiet street, a stark contrast to the peaceful neighborhood. Inside, the sudden noise pierced the calm, sending you rushing down the stairs. The front door swung open to reveal not a stranger, but the crumpled form of their ride-or-die best friend, looking more alien than ever before.