THEY HOLD ME LIKE A DRUG / p

[dannychan]

triggers: suicidal thoughts, depression, abuse of many forms (could be discriptive), underage drug use, suicide attempts probably, weed. please read at your own risk!
[member=503]leginaga.[/member]  ok sO this is gonna be a bunny, creek, and style rp, i’ll play kenny, craig, and stan! hey look i let you mostly be the subs this time lmao and they aren’t gonna run away instantly. all kids are at least 16!
[spoiler=the parents did, self harm]
kenny: his parents beat him when they’re drunk (which is constantly). DEFINITELY self harms
butters (leopold “leo”): parents beat him, constantly. probably self harms
craig: homophobic parents, his dad had enough and kicked him out. self harms slightly, but only when he wants to feel something.
tweek: gave tweek heard drugs without him knowing. he finds out from their dealer. unintentionally self harms (hair pulling, picking at his skin anxiously, hitting himself when anxious)
stan: his parents didn’t give a shit that he got shot. against self harm.
kyle: hyper religious, homophobic, he was scared. too scared to hurt himself.
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kenny was tired. he would hide the bruises and the cuts, after shielding his sister from the previous night’s beat down. sometimes he comes out with just a bruise, other times he had broken bones, but he couldn’t go to an adult.. so he brought his sister with him to butters, who fixed him up every time. this time, he had gotten a broken arm, so butters had put a sturdy stick to his arm and wrapped it as tightly as he could. it hurt more than anything, but pain killers didn’t work so.. it looked like he was going to school high again. he walked along side butters, everything seeming slow and the colours seemed brighter. he brought a hand to his face and rubbed his eyes slowly. “fuck..” he mumbled, mouth covered by his parka.

craig had been staying with tweek for about a month now. he hasn’t seen his father, but his mother sometimes sent texts to make sure he was ok. of course, he wasn’t, but he wouldn’t let anyone know that- not even tweek. he was laying in tweek a bed while he waited on his to get dressed. he heard a soft noise from the other’s rest room and sighed. “you alright, honey?” he called.

stan’s parents hadn’t cared. not once had they visited since he was in the hospital. he lay in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling blankly and mumbling a swear to himself. he felt.. alone. like no one cared. he rose his cast and set it over his eyes. “god..”