Tweek Tweak had problems. A.D.D, depression, OCD, panic attacks, and sleep.
Will anyone care? Will any one miss me? Will they find me and try and save me? These were the thoughts running in Tweek Tweak's head as he stared down at the many pills on his carpeted floor. 5 of the, he counted three times to be sure. After all, Tweek Tweak had O.C.D, and there was no way that the troubled boy's mind would except anything less or more then that number.
Slowly a shaking pale hand reached for one of the pills, brining it to his mouth and placing it on his tongue. The blond closed his eyes thinking and mumbling softly. "T-This one I-is for ADD.." His eyes snapped open when the pill was swallowed, allowing the trembling hand to grab another of the pills.
This one was a light blue color, and Tweek dully remembered Craig's eyes are that color, before he popped this one into his mouth also. "T-This one is for D-Depression a-and all t-the times C-Craig g-got mad for not sitting s-still.." He mumbled, starting to feel a little lazy, his eyes sliding a little bit closed. All the while Tweek laid on the floor, getting comfortable. As he smiled at the three small pills left.
One bye one he put them into his mouth, swallowing after saying something along the lines of "This one is OCD, or this one is for panic attacks .." Until there was one left…
Tweek watched the last pill with glazed eyes, as he reached his hand one last time out, grasping the little white pill and smiling. Kissing it softly he swallowed even that one. "This one is to end all the ridicule…all the laughter…all the pain…." He spoke calmly, not a shake to his body or voice.
"This is the one to put me to sleep.." At this the normally trembling boy closed his eyes, curling into himself and letting his coffee brown eyes slide closed. His breath coming shorter and shorter until all at once he stopped breathing.
Tweek Tweak had a lot of problems, but not anymore.
3 I enjoy suicidal Tweek. :T