Chapter One: Glowing Eyes
This is my first time posting one of my stories online so please forgive my newbie mistakes. Also I realize my writing style is kind of monologue heavy so please try to look past that. All art is mine, I didn't get around to drawing it digitally but traditional should be fine. Sorry its so short, I haven't written in awhile so I'm still rusty.
"Craig? Craig!" Craig jerked his head up to meet the now irritated teacher's eyes. "Craig, I know its 9th period but there is no daydreaming in my class, you hear me?" He was too tired to deal with this and merely gave a nonchalant shrug. He was too emotionally exhausted to even flip off the teacher like he usually did. The teacher blinked in surprise at the lack of gestured profanities before walking away, presumably to try to do her job for once. What a sight that would be considering she never does her job right any other time. As a 'typical angsty teenager' he never had any good days, but this one had been particularly awful. He didn't want to think about that now though. Unable to focus on the teacher's incessant ramblings he let his eyes wander around the classroom. All the normal bored faces, until; he dared let his gaze fall on the pale face of the boy that sat only two seats away. Most days he avoided looking at the boy. Tweek was the boy's name, not that he could ever forget it with how much he heard it come up in whispered conversations. Tweek was usually a faceless smudge in the corner of his eye, but today he needed a distraction from the panic rising in his chest so for once he let himself watch the boy. He was truly fascinating, pale blonde hair that sticks in all directions, a thin face and... a bleeding mouth and black eye. Huh, that was certainly new. Well, not that he would notice if Tweek had two broken arms and was missing an eye most days, but today was special. Today, he broke his own strict rule. Most times it was considered rude to stare so intensely at someone but Tweek never noticed in the past. He was always too busy fearfully glancing out the window, anxiously tapping his foot; frantically scribbling in a notebook, that sort of had made the mistake of looking at his notebook once in middle school. His 11 year old self had nightmares for days. The looming menacing shadows and threatening pointed teeth in the messy, scared, sketches of that notebook shouldn't have come from a 11 year old's mind. But that was one of the things that was special about Tweek. Tweek had much worse things than pencil horrors coming from his mind. Back before he started isolating himself Tweek used to paint vivid stomach turning stories of death and deals and kidnapping and fairies just with his words. Used to try to show his bruises and scars as proof he wasn't lying. No one believed him of course, they all declared him delusional and in need of help. That was when he started to stop talking to everyone around him. Craig remembered that time, when Tweek just seemed to... give up trying to convince them he wasn't crazy. It was also said to Craig to watch, the resignation to madness and the scorn of everyone around him. Tweek was only 12 after all, but Craig couldn't have done anything, not without risking the wrath and accusations of being insane from all his friends. He was suddenly jerked out of his reminiscing by the realization that Tweek was staring right back at him and oh wow, his eyes really were so bright green and breathtaking under all that bruising. Just like Craig remembered.
