11. Violence (StanKenny)

For the longest time, the only person he could trust was himself. He spent each day going to school, wearing that small and now hideous parka of his, tossing lies both left and right, all for the sake of keeping his secret. He'd come home to his shit-hole of a home, allowing himself to be beaten by his drunkard father, allowing himself to be scolded at by his mother, and allowing himself to be the human sacrifice for his siblings' safety.

He would enter his room, pull out the shattered mirror from under his bed, and stare solemnly at the face he found there. He found condolence in his hurt, blue eyes, feeling warmth and a belonging he could find nowhere else. This was why he trusted none else.

Until, of course, that one day, when Stan had realized his secret. But instead of hurting him, as everyone else in his life did, he helped him. He learned that Stan did know what he was going through, having endured the abuse of both his father (when drunk) and his sister Shelley.

Since then Kenny found no need for that mirror. Stan's blue eyes gave him the belonging he sought.