Chapter 10
Stan Marsh

One more sip, then that is it. No more. For tonight at the very least.

That's what he always told himself anyways.

One sip always turned into a gulp which always turned into emptying the whole damn bottle and puking his guts up all over the bathroom tiles.

It was okay though. This was okay.

He chugged the remainder of his vodka. Mm, delicious.

"Stan? Stan, you home?" Feet pounded up the stairs like they normally did when his friends came over. He'd long since stopped yelling at them about it. He tossed the bottle across the room where it smashed against his Bauhaus poster, scratching the thin, papery material to hell. Stan, currently known as Raven, tossed himself back on his bed and grabbed a half full bottle of rum off his nightstand. His silver cross earring jingled and his black beanie slid off his head.

A soft sigh reached his ears and he took an unhealthy gulp of rum before lolling his head to the side lazily, staring at one of his best friends. Kenny McCormick pushed his hood down and leaned in the door frame.

"Hey...Ken..." Stan's words were slurred and he took another large gulp of rum, spilling most of it on his nevermore shirt and face, smearing his eyeliner and soaking his shirt's collar.

"Hey, Raven. It's been awhile since you reared your ugly head. I heard about you and Wendy again. Henrietta said that you didn't even stop to see them after this breakup either. You usually go to them first and then get drunk off your fucking ass."

Raven shrugged as much as he could from his laying down position. "Yeah, well. I figured I'd just get drunk and everything first!"

"You can't keep doing this to Stan, Raven. You are slowly killing him."

"The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?"

Kenny narrowed his eyes at the other. "Enough is enough, Raven."

"For passionate love is still divine. I lov'd her as an angel might. With ray of the all living light, which blazes upon Edis' shrine."

Slow, deliberate steps came forward, like the blonde was approaching a wild animal. He knelt by the bed, Raven laid on and ran his hand gently through the dark locks. "Yeah, yeah. I get it Raven. You're coming out to keep Stan from feeling this hurt, but you're hurting yourself too." Tears beaded in the corners of Raven's eyes. Kenny's smiled so genuinely it really hurt Raven's chest. he didn't put up much of a fight as Kenny pried the half-empty bottle of rum from between his fingers, setting it on the nightstand. Raven said not a word as Kenny continued petting his head and mumbling soothing words into his ears. "It's time to go back to sleep Raven. I think Stan's gonna want to see the sun again soon."

"Yeah. Yeah, okay. Goodnight, Kenny."

"Goodnight, my Raven."

A/N: I'm gonna be honest, this started out as Stan being an alcoholic, which he still is kinda, but as I wrote this out it morphed into a kind of split personality disorder that Stan has. Whenever something really upsetting happens and depresses/saddens him a great deal, his goth persona of 'Raven' comes out and deals with the emotional pain for him. I honestly like how this came out compared to my original plan for Stan's chapter.