MY FIRST FANFICTION ON THIS SITE! WOOO!
Trigger Warning: Mentions of past self harm throughout story.
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Tweek's P.O.V
I am unwillingly pulled out of my slumber by the horrendous beeping of my alarm clock. I quickly reach over to press the snooze button. After spending a good five minutes contemplating the pros and cons of skipping I finally get out of my bed and head to the bathroom located on the other side of my room. I am always disgusted by what I see in the mirror, unkept blonde hair, dark bags directly under my eyes, and of course, the unmistakable scars of past self harm. Deep thin lines ranging from faded white to obvious red, covering my arms from my wrists to the middle bend, the same scars also littering my inner thighs. I quickly tear my eyes away from the mirror and hop in the shower after stripping down. When I got out I threw on my baggy, dark blue PTV sweatshirt and a pair of black skinny jeans.
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My walk to school only took ten minutes so I showed up right on time. I navigated my way to my locker through the sea of students in the packed hallway. Like always it was plastered with pieces of paper with disgusting insults written on them. "Fag!" "Homo" "Loser" "Freak" "Spaz" etc. I didn't even bother tearing them off this time because I knew they'd be right back here by tomorrow. I was lucky enough to even make it to my locker without any type of conflict, but of course my luck quickly came to an end. As soon as I had all of my needed books in my bag for first period (math), a hand slammed down on the locker directly beside my head, making me jump and squeal, the loud bang was followed by the laughter of three boys. I already knew who they were before I even turned around, Craig, Token, and Clyde.
I slowly turned around to face the three tall football players. Craig now had both hands on each side of my head, boxing me in. I looked up at him, I barely came up to his shoulders in height. His pale blue eyes were fixated on my green ones and a devilish smirk played across his lips. "Why do you look so scared, Tweekers?", he spoke with such a soft tone as his right hand roughly grabbed my chin pulling my face closer to his. I wimpered in his grasp which quickly earned me a strong punch in my stomach. He knocked the air out of me and I started gasping to regain it. His two friends bursted in laughter and Craig chuckled darkly in my ear. He released me and let me fall to the ground as the trio walked away laughing at my weakness. I took a moment to sit on the ground in the now empty hallway. I slowly stood up holding my bruised torso and grabbed my bag and began to maneuver my way to math class.
I walked through the door right before the first period bell rang and quickly shuffled to my assigned seat in the very back right hand corner. And guess who just happened to sit right next to me? Craig-fucking-Tucker. Fantastic. Goddamn Mrs. Carroll and her alphabetic seating charts! And actually now that I think about it, me and Craig have the exact same schedule...but that's probably just a coincidence. He watched me intently with a blank face as I settled in my seat, trying to avoid eye contact. Before the start of class Craig leaned over and ran his hand under my shirt, caressing my recently received bruise. "How's my newest mark feeling, baby?", he breathed hotly in my ear. I didn't have time to respond as he leaned back into his own desk, chuckling slightly, though...I wouldn't have said anything anyway...
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The day went by fairly fast and soon enough lunch rolled around. I scanned the cafeteria for my best and only friend, Bebe. I hear her before I see her. "BESTIEEEEEEE!" I follow the sound of her voice and see her running towards me with her arms out, wearing a purple tank top, tight white jeans, and black knee high boots with a slight heel. I feel a huge goofy grin spread across my face as she jumps into my arms. Not many people look our way because this is a daily accurence, we've been best friends for years but can't help but get excited when we see eachother. At this point we're both giggling madly as we hug. Bebe has been gone for a week with a stomach bug and refused to let me come see her, worried I would catch it. She gripped my hand in hers and we walked over to our usual table, both of us still laughing. Bebe is pretty popular and has a ton of other friends, but they all hate my guts, so we usually just hang out alone. Once were both seated the conversation starts. "Ok, Tweek. Catch me up. What did I miss?". "Nothing much. Clydes been harassing me all week to find out where you were." "Ugh. He really does get on my nerves...". Our conversation turns into us making plans, Bebe is obsessed with matching and usually tells me what to wear so we can look a like. I don't really mind so I just go along with. "Ok tomorrow. AND DON'T FORGET. Gray jeans, red shirt, black vans. Got it?". I can't help but giggle, "yeah, I won't forget".
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