Chapter 1

Last Year-

It's just the same thing over and over again in South Park, and while I think routine is boring, I need it to stay sane. Wake up, take a shower, eat breakfast, go to school, hang out with Craig, sleep, and the cycle repeats itself. I don't see my parents anymore. They ran off to expand with the CEO of Harbucks. I run the Harbucks in town, even though I don't legally own it. I don't care about any of that though, what matters is that I see the one person I care about in my life.

"Tweekers, are you listening to me?" I look over to Craig, his hair drapes out of his hat onto his horehead, not the one that he usually wears, but the one he wore when he and Stan's gang got shipped to Peru. I love that hat on him. Craig, coffee, and the snow, the three things that make me happy.

"Yeah, what's up?" I say with a smile. His eyes are still fixed to Red Racer, but his face starts to turn red and he tries his best not to look at me.

"Do you-" Before Craig could say anything else, the door swung open and Clyde, Token, and Stan's gang poured into my house with chips and drinks. "Oh shit, it's movie night!" Craig yelled.

"Fuck yeah, dude! How can you forget, it's tradition!" Clyde laughed, dropping himself between Craig and I.

"I'm choosing the movie!" Kyle yells, pouring chips into a bowl and handing it to Kenny.

"What!?" Cartman looks at Kyle in disgust and stuffed chips into his mouth. "You can't choose the movie! You'll probably just choose something faggy like Eat, Pray, Love!" Kyle threw a chip at Cartman and shook his head.

"Guys, shut up!" Stan yells turning on the television, "It's my turn to choose the movie! And I say we watch-"

"Red Racer." Craig cuts him off with his nasal voice.

"What? No, only you want to watch Red Racer, Craig. I was thinking something more along the lines of The Exorcist!" My eyes widen and I begin to shake.

"NO!" Fuck my life I hate scary movies! Cartman sighs and stands up, putting his drink in the cupholder and looks at everyone.

"Ok fine then, let's all vote. Everyone for The Exorcist raise your hand." Unexpectedly, everyone raises their hand but me. Token shrugs and pats me on the back.

"Sorry Tweek, outvoted again. Don't worry, it's not even that scary to begin with"

"It's ok, I'm used to it." I lean back and hug a pillow next to me, getting ready to witness whatever horror will show up on the screen. Craig leans in and whispers in my ear,

"I'll ask you later." I roll my eyes and close them. As much as it pains me to say this, but I'm not close to any of these guys, well, besides Craig. If they heard that, they would probably deny it out of pity, but I know the truth, and to be honest, it kind of hurts knowing that you can be surrounded by all these people, but only knowing one of them.

This Year-

My alarm rings, waking me up from my beautiful slumber. I open my eyes and turn my alarm off. Another day, another night to get by I guess since I'm not dead, I guess I'll get my day started. I turn on the shower and open my phone. 42 new messages. I swipe it away from my view and turn on Spotify at full blast. It isn't like anyone else lives here but me to wake up from my music.

The shower is fast, breakfast is fast, getting dressed is fast, and my twitching is fast, but it doesn't like it matters, it's just routine, just get by, get by the day and try not to go insane from all the bullshit in the world and the hell hole I stare at every day.

The snow is probably the only routine thing I see every day that doesn't tick me off. It's soft, delicate, and even though it just makes my shaking worst, it's still beautiful, unlike everything else, unlike me. Get through school and go to work, don't make a big deal out of it. Everything bores me, ticks me off, and has no significance to me now. Graduate and get the hell out of here, I tell myself every day, something to keep me alive, something to keep me going. It's not like there's anyone else here that means anything to me anymore.

I stop walking once I reach the bus stop. Soon, I'm going to be surrounded by people, I need to mentally prepare for that. I inhale the cold air and let it freeze my body. I love the cold. I put my headphones in and play some classical music to try to calm me down. Oh wait, nothing can calm me down anymore.

Through the sounds of pianos and violins, I hear Stan, Kyle and Kenny laugh about something stupid. I roll my eyes and raise the volume on my phone, but I can still hear them. I open my eyes and see Kenny staring at me. I've always hated Kenny and his pretty boy face. I glare at him with my hideous eyes, and Kenny shifts uncomfortably and hides behind Kyle.

"Kenny, what the hell?" I hear him ask. Stan looks at me wide eyed and pokes Kyle, and the Jew stares at me in horror. The three of them take a couple steps away from me and start chatting again, but more silent, though I can hear them. At least they got the damn memo. Yeah you fuckers, the mentally damaged guy will whip his chainsaw out and cut you limb to limb and force your loved ones to eat you after I turn your flesh into a cupcake. I've heard that one ten times, no wait- thirteen, times. I forgot the time when Bebe was talking shit about me behind my back, literally, and the time I caught Mr. Garrison talking about me when I was late to class. I fucking hate everyone.

First period rolls by, Second period is slow, Third period is shit, Fourth period is slow and shit, and now I'm at lunch, by myself, just the way I like it. The back of the school is mine now, the goth kids ran off somewhere else because I scare them or whatever. I sip my coffee to the bottom of the thermos, and I grab my second thermos and drink till I'm halfway done, and sigh at the warmness of it. Snow and Coffee, the only two things I love in this world. I close my eyes and sink into the snow, and almost smile. Almost. I open my eyes and see Craig walking with Clyde and Token. The three of them make eye contact with me and walk faster. Unsurprisingly, Craig waves them off and walks towards me. Fuck. My. Life. Why can't I just be left alone? Craig takes his hands out of his pocket and stands in front of me. His face is sad, but I like it that way.

"Hey Tweekers."

"You. Aren't. Aloud. To. Call- NGH!-. Me. That. Anymore." I growl. Craig nods and sits next to me, but I get up and stand in front of me.

"Am I not allowed to sit next to you also?" He frowns.

"Nngh! N-no."

"Ok." He whispers.

"What d-do you w-want- NGH! -With me?" I say.

"I… Did you get my messages?"

"All 42 of them."

"Oh. Did you read them?"

"N-n-NGH!- No."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh- NGH!" Craig twiddles his thumbs and looks up at me.

"How have you been?"

"Why do you care?"

"I… I just do." He looks at me and frowns more, twiddling his thumbs, hoping to make some sort of conversation with me. I sigh and gulp the rest of my coffee. When is he going to realize that I don't give a shit about him anymore?

"Look at my face and you'll- NGH! -get your answer." He studies my face, my hair, my eyes, the bags under my eyes, the bags under my bags, the dark circles, the scar on the right side of my face, everything.

"I… I see."

"Yeah, you see. Since you saw the freakshow, you can go now." Craig gets up and looks at me with the frown. Fuck, is he going to cry again?

"When does Harbucks open?" Fuck, I can't get rid of this guy.

"It opens when I open it." I say sharply.

"Can… Can I get a time please?"

"After school, 3:30." Craig nods, and walks off, but turns around again and looks me in the eyes.

"How are your parents?"

"Not in town. For years."

"Oh…"

"Yeah 'oh', now go away." Craig nods and walks off.

"See you later, Tweeker- Tweek."

"Yeah, get out of here already." I sit back down on the snow and gulp down the rest of my coffee. I love being alone.

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