#dearstanmarsh

Dear friend,

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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Dear friend,

Everything is finally clear. I wrote yesterday to everyone, but I needed to just write again. It’s still a habit for me, and I felt like a little bit more needed to be said. I’ll still be writing but nothing will go up. There’s no reason for it anymore. I want things to be more private since it’s just Kyle and I now. I’m free of it all. It’s amazing. 

The hospital was in lock down and my mind was running a million miles per second. Stan was gone. Pete was gone. I was escorted out to the main lobby as this was completely out of my hands legally. I wanted to find him. I had to find him, but they locked me out. It was standard procedure, they said. It was for everyone’s safety, they said. 

Fuck that.

My childhood had always been a sore spot in my memories and had given me constant nightmares from the things I had seen and done, but it had given me a set of useful skills. With all the panic, I managed to swipe two paper clips off the secretary’s desk and get to work picking the lock back into the main hospital. They weren’t keeping me from Stan. I’ve gone through worse things to keep him safe and he’s gone through hell and back to keep me safe. 

The lock clicked opened and I took off like a bullet. It was easy getting past security and doctors who were too busy looking for the missing patients and trying to wrangle those left behind. 

A shoe was all it took to find my baby boy.

How could they all be so stupid? It might have been a hospital issued slip on shoe, but why would one shoe just be sitting in front of a door forgotten? Especially when the label on the door said “basement.” He had to be in there.

I opened the door and as soon as I did, another person came running into me knocking me over. The wind completely left my lungs and I heard a frightened voice screaming on top of me in a blind panic.

“HELP ME!”

“Stan?”

Stan had run into me from the basement and he was terrified, as if his very life was on the line. I wrapped my arms around him protectively and called for security. I shouted that we needed help over here, that I found Stan, to hurry. I didn’t know what happened down there and if Pete was going to follow. My blood was boiling and I was like a grizzly bear about to attack. I moved so he was behind me and in a split moment, I saw him coming up the stairs. 

I lost my entire mind.

I threw punch after punch once he hit the main floor. He tried to hold himself in the door frame, but I just wailed on him harder. This was for every sleepless night. Every cut on Stan’s arms. Every tear Stan shed. Every cigarette I smoked in worry in the parking lot wondering if Stan would ever be okay. 

Two security guards had to haul me off him. Another person had to join to hold me back. I don’t remember what I screamed. I said awful things, I know I did. I wanted him dead. I wanted to kill him with my own two hands. In a way, it was almost refreshing. It was like there had been an awful infection that had hurt all of us for so long, and finally it had been opened. The infection was being removed and the pain was finally gone in a fresh breath of air. It didn’t stop my anger though.

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Impossible. There’s no fucking way. I mean..it’s, it’s probably spam or something!! I refuse to believe that freak is after my boyfriend. If he or anyone comes near him i swear to god I’ll beat them within an inch of their life. No one is getting into this account again except me and stan.