p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; text-align: center;" data-p-id="e3545960f3725132c986bb9376468907" Tweek quietly grunted as he got forcefully shoved into the lockers like he was every day. "Aww, did we hurt the poor little spaz?", a blow was landed on his face."Do everyone a favor and just kill yourself already", the bully said, he and his friends walked away leaving Tweek there on the ground. This was how every day of his life was spent./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; text-align: center;" data-p-id="39d7c2dc5c7536a75e09e87b1a2b2f24" In utter pain, Tweek pushed himself off the ground, leaning on the lockers behind him for support. His vision had become blurry from blood and tears, which were streaming down his face at this point. Everyone that was standing around watching, had begun to walk to their classes as if nothing happened. Hell, nobody cares about him or anything in this damned school, that's how it always was./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; text-align: center;" data-p-id="b44cbddbf567ef37d6af2cbe0d1f87f0" He hauled himself to the bathroom at the end of the hall, not caring if he was late for class. The bell for being late rang as he shuffled into the empty bathroom, steps echoing. Tweek looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and scowled at his reflection. He had a black eye, his cheek was bruised and blood was slowly oozing from cuts on it, and his face was stained with new and old trails of tears./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; text-align: center;" data-p-id="8ce4fac16d66d72111fc1b7274235667" Tweek tried rubbing most of the blood and tears off his face with cold water, which hurt A LOT to the point that he had to muffle his cries of pain. In the end, he couldn't hide the dark bruises on his face, (span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"your sleeves can do a much better job at hiding/em/span) it was true, his sleeves covered all his scars. (span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"No one can come to stop you in here/em/span), even so, a school bathroom seemed a little too, public, for Tweek. For everywhere he went, he carried a pocket knife in his jeans pocket, but his baggy shirt kept it hidden./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; text-align: center;" data-p-id="6d8bd8bb4cb67c374f2466774de11241" Tweek was about to pull out his knife when a clearly distressed blonde came bursting into the bathroom. "TWEEK! OMG, are you okay?!" Butters asked, circling Tweek to look at him from every angle. Tweek squeaked and began twirling in place to match his friends' movements."A-agh I'm o-okay" he stuttered holding his hands up in defense, which caused Butters to eye him deeply. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; text-align: center;" data-p-id="daa87f653d30474e4ae2dad25d7f61e5" "I'm so sorry I wasn't there! Kenny wanted to show me something in his locker and I didn't hear about the fight until everyone went back to class!", he began pacing back-and-forth talking, putting his hands on his face. Tweek didn't exactly know how to comfort his friend,"I-it's okay Bu-agk!-tters. I'm f-fi-"If you say your fine one more time I will jump out that window!". A long moment of silence passed."U-um, t-this is the first f-floor" Tweek replied softly. Butters signed deeply, "I know, but still. I really do wish I would actually BE there to stop the bullies from doing this. I don't like seeing you in pain"./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; text-align: center;" data-p-id="07f3d74b0e3881073fa8cd9b4a59bc9c" Butters' hand caressed Tweek's cheek for a moment before he engulfed him in a big hug. Tweek could hear his friend quietly sob in his shoulder, he sighed," It's okay, I'm okay." Man, if only he could use his own advice. It'd be nice to know what it feels like to be 'okay' for once in his life. But he has to pretend, for Butters...For everyone./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; text-align: center;" data-p-id="39d7c2dc5c7536a75e09e87b1a2b2f24" In utter pain, Tweek pushed himself off the ground, leaning on the lockers behind him for support. His vision had become blurry from blood and tears, which were streaming down his face at this point. Everyone that was standing around watching, had begun to walk to their classes as if nothing happened. Hell, nobody cares about him or anything in this damned school, that's how it always was./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; text-align: center;" data-p-id="b44cbddbf567ef37d6af2cbe0d1f87f0" He hauled himself to the bathroom at the end of the hall, not caring if he was late for class. The bell for being late rang as he shuffled into the empty bathroom, steps echoing. Tweek looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and scowled at his reflection. He had a black eye, his cheek was bruised and blood was slowly oozing from cuts on it, and his face was stained with new and old trails of tears./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; text-align: center;" data-p-id="8ce4fac16d66d72111fc1b7274235667" Tweek tried rubbing most of the blood and tears off his face with cold water, which hurt A LOT to the point that he had to muffle his cries of pain. In the end, he couldn't hide the dark bruises on his face, (span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"your sleeves can do a much better job at hiding/em/span) it was true, his sleeves covered all his scars. (span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"No one can come to stop you in here/em/span), even so, a school bathroom seemed a little too, public, for Tweek. For everywhere he went, he carried a pocket knife in his jeans pocket, but his baggy shirt kept it hidden./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; text-align: center;" data-p-id="6d8bd8bb4cb67c374f2466774de11241" Tweek was about to pull out his knife when a clearly distressed blonde came bursting into the bathroom. "TWEEK! OMG, are you okay?!" Butters asked, circling Tweek to look at him from every angle. Tweek squeaked and began twirling in place to match his friends' movements."A-agh I'm o-okay" he stuttered holding his hands up in defense, which caused Butters to eye him deeply. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; text-align: center;" data-p-id="daa87f653d30474e4ae2dad25d7f61e5" "I'm so sorry I wasn't there! Kenny wanted to show me something in his locker and I didn't hear about the fight until everyone went back to class!", he began pacing back-and-forth talking, putting his hands on his face. Tweek didn't exactly know how to comfort his friend,"I-it's okay Bu-agk!-tters. I'm f-fi-"If you say your fine one more time I will jump out that window!". A long moment of silence passed."U-um, t-this is the first f-floor" Tweek replied softly. Butters signed deeply, "I know, but still. I really do wish I would actually BE there to stop the bullies from doing this. I don't like seeing you in pain"./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; text-align: center;" data-p-id="07f3d74b0e3881073fa8cd9b4a59bc9c" Butters' hand caressed Tweek's cheek for a moment before he engulfed him in a big hug. Tweek could hear his friend quietly sob in his shoulder, he sighed," It's okay, I'm okay." Man, if only he could use his own advice. It'd be nice to know what it feels like to be 'okay' for once in his life. But he has to pretend, for Butters...For everyone./p