Authors Note: this is my first South Park story and story at all. Its Stan x Craig. i hope you like it! i will add more chapters later in if you like it!
Disclaimer: i do not own anything from South Park (wish)
The tall black haired boy walked in to his house and quickly made his way upstairs to his room. He tossed his book bag on the floor and collapsed on the bed. His old faded blue hat with a yellow puffball was on his desk. He hasn't worn it sense elementary school but that was years ago. Craig was a junior in high school. Life kept getting progressively worse sense fourth grade. By six grade his beloved hamster died and his parents yelled at him for crying and wouldn't even let him bury his pet. Something like they didn't want to mess up the yard which already looked like shit in his opinion. In 8 grade his parents got divorced and his dad started to drink a lot. Freshman year he caught his little sister having sex with some 19 year old guy and his dad started to abuse him.
He stopped really talking to his friends sitting alone at lunch. He started cutting and taking drugs by sophomore year to escape his life. He stopped all but cutting now. Everyday is a routine wake up go get bitched at by his father and take his little slut of a sister to school she smells like a French whore house. God how he hated it! The after getting picked on all day at school goes back home and does it all over again.
It was around nine o'clock at night when he finally sat up. He walked over to his desk and grabbed out his old sharpen knife. He placed it in his back pocket of his black torn skinny jeans. Slipped on his black converse and headed to the park. It was sprinkling that night only some clouds in the sky. He loved the nights like this. It was fall the trees leafs changing color and a slight breeze. Once he made it to the park he sat on the side of the water fountain. The rain made his already tight clothes stick to his skin. He pulled his knife out of his back pocket. And twirled it in his hand for a bit just thinking about life. The boy looked around to see if anyone was there. No one like usual all of the depressing thoughts came through his head all at once. Tears streaked down his pale cheeks. He closed his piercing blue eyes leaning his feathered haired head back felling the cool rain hit his face and took a deep breath in. Dragging the sharpen blade down his wrist not a crossed.
A detail he over hear his doctors talking about to his father who was all ready intoxicated by then last time he went to the hospital. A side note he took then and never forgot a crossed is hospital down morgue. The trail that the blade left worm red liquid rose up to the surface and drained down his arm then dropped to the ground. The he repeated it to the other wrist. After he placed the stained knife on the concert slab next to his he watched the blood mix with water. His vision started to blur after coming in and out of consciousness.
Craig heard a voice in the distance scream then a single pair of foot steps coming closer. Next he felt worm arms wrap around him when everything else was growing colder and colder by the second. A couple minutes maybe if not longer after the random person got to the bloody scene. Craig passed out and red and blue flashing lights and sirens came.