A New Perspective

Chapter One - Encounter

Stan was lying on his bed, sheets strewn over various furniture and all the lights in his room turned off. While engulfed in near pitch black darkness,fFrom his computer speakers, the Plain White T's blasted, filling the room with a depressing, hard rock symphony.

"All I wanted was your love, love, love, love, love, loooove…"

Nothing, was more appropriate than listening to the most depressing songs iTunes had to offer, especially ones that were completely relatable.

Stan stared up at the ceiling, watching the fan in his room slowly spin around, listening to the music, which drowned out the pitter-patter of the oh too cliché rain that fell outside. He shouldn't feel so torn, He'd felt this way before—the last time this happened—but that didn't mean that he didn't feel like a knife was being twisted in his chest. If anything, this time was even worse than the first.

All it took as one thought of her took make the rest of the world invisible, allowing him to endulge himself in his miserablen and heartwrenching thoughts. His eyes flickered for a second, remembering all the time he'd spent with the girl with flowing hair of ebony and who had dazzling jade green eyes. The girl he'd loved for years—So much in fact, he'd lost countless lunches over even the simplest 'hello' uttered to the raven haired boy. And she was gone... It wasn't even because he wanted her to go, it was because she left.

"Stan…" Wendy muttered, lowering her gaze, a few stray tears sliding down her cheeks, "I-it's not like I wanted it to end… not like this..." She spoke softly, her mature voice quivering as she tried to think of the best way to say it.

"End what way, Wendy?" Stan asked, Ice blue eyes glaring at the black haired girl, already being vigorously torn by her words, "End with you leaving me for another guy and not telling me until NOW?"

"Stan, it's not what you think!" She said, holding up two yellow gloved hands to try and calm the boy down, only ending up looking like a criminal, guiltily putting her hands up, "I swear I just thought it was s-sexual tension…I NEVER MEANT—"

"Shut the hell up already!" He barked, "I shouldn't have even bothered to get back together with you after last time!" He seethed.

Wendy froze, letting out a small gasp in surprise. Those words…did he really mean them, did he? After all, it wasn't like they'd only just gotten back together; they'd been dating for years. And yet he was saying that he wished all that time between their first break up and then AWAY? He wanted to forget it all? Wish it never happened?

More tears spilt from the girl's eyes, plopping on the snow, the water drops sinking and fusing to the cold white blanket that coated the earth. It was all a mistake she regretted making from the start. The feelings she ended up developing in the end… she hated them. How did such amazing feelings turn to this pain? Even though she was mature for her age, she was still a hormonal teenage girl; though did that make her actions any better? She knew deep down, that it was a poor excuse, but hearing Stan suggest that their relationship that had gone so strong for so long was a WASTE… That's when she snapped.

"Do you really think that, Stan?" Wendy asked, jerking her head up to glower into the boy's eyes, trying to suppress the pain that was evident on her face, "You NEEDED me! Don't think Kyle didn't tell me what exactly you went through last time we broke up!"

Stan shuddered, memories of the goth children rearing thier dark brooding faces. Repeating her last line in his head, he realised, the way she worded her sentence…

" 'Last time we broke up', huh?" Stan cocked an eyebrow, "So you're saying we're through, now Wendy?"

The ebony haired girl opened her mouth to protest, only for her eyes to widen when she realised that she actually DID say that, and without even noticing. "I…Stan…I-I just…" She stammered, everything crumbling on her, coming down too fast, unable to think of a way to get out of it.

"You just got over me, that's it," He answered for her, a cold glaze coming to his eyes, dulling the expression on his face to one of pure indifference, "Well you know what, I hope he treats you like the bitch you are," A part of him winced saying that, still having feelings for the girl that he couldn't deny, "Go screw yourself, Wendy..." With that, Stan turned away from his girlfriend—EX girlfriend—and started walking away, leaving Wendy to stand and watch as he walked towards his neighbourhood, where dark clouds loomed over the houses as omens of an impending storm.

The echos of her slowly quieting sobs repeated painfully in his mind. Maybe... maybe he didn't let her explain? No... He wasn't the one who ended it, it was her. Yet still, deep in his conscious, he couldn't shake the heavy feeling of guilt.

The song ringing throughout the room came to an end, and the lack of sound to drown out the drops of rain slapping his window left Stan in dejected silence and solitude. He couldn't take this, staying locked up in his bedroom was just too much. He had to get out, clear his mind, and rid himself of the aching pain in his heart.

Throwing on his signature brown coat and blue hat, He took hold of his iPod and trudged outside. Clicking shuffle, he wasn't too surprised when Three Days Grace "Pain" began to play. Exhaling, he mouthed the words to the song as darkening storm clouds swirled above.

"You're sick of feeling numb, you're not the only one..."

The single line in the vocals started a chain of thought that caused the heartbroken boy to stop, watching as a crisp white cloud floated out of his mouth to blend with the surrounding air. Flash memories of the Goth children he once associated himself with flew through his mind.

Spinning around on his heels, he wandered into the nearest alley in search for his old friends, ones who understood and related to his ache. So intent on finding these people, he failed to notice the quickly quieting and ominous scenery he was entering. Even the music streaming from his iPod, ceased to play.

Just as he bagan to contemplate wether or not this was good idea, a dark figure came into view. Glowing purple eyes were all he could see amongst the ebony silhouette that aproached him. Eyes widening, he took a slow step backwards, refusing to blink and allow the person to escape his vision.

A light chuckle eminated from it as it came closer and closer towards him, more and more black entering his vision.

His back hit the cold and wet brick wall ashis breath hitched in his throat. Globs of rain were still falling from the sky, pattering his face causing him to shiver. The fear was bubbling, he had the strong urge to scream or run but he was simply unable to force his legs to move.

Inches from his face, the figure smirked.

"Stan Marsh... I've found you, at last..."