A/N: This is my first Creek Story ever, and as most of my stories, it started out as a oneshot but i turned it into a short story with chapters and such...i havent edited it much, so sorry for any glaring errors or laughable misspellings. ^^;

OH and off the bat, so i dont get hate comments, i want to mention that before i began this fic i was reading Second Chance...so i got a lot of my personality traits from that story. Dont send me hate comments about how i stole from their story, i loved it to death and i dont want people thinking i stole from it =(

I also want to mention that on my dA account, these chapters i post on here were atually cut in half. This first chapter contains two of the chapters from dA and so you guys didnt have to suffer from a butt load of chapters, i simply combined some of them...I hope that made sense ^^;

Hope you like the first chapter and please review! =3


I look across the room, I meet his hateful gaze
I look him in the eyes, His icy crystal eyes.

He stares directly at me and a tear rolls down my cheek
That same blank stare remains, reminding me I'm weak.

His perfect clothes, His perfect eyes.
His perfect skin, His perfect lies.

His pummeled fists into my face
His nails drug down, across my arms.

Broken, Small, I fall to the floor
A broken mirror, shattered by the door.

Even though I don't know why, I must pay my toll.
I am broken, And can nev-

"Spazmoid!"
I jump, though im not surprised to see him. He waves at me with fake happiness as he makes his way to my corner.
"Writing more of that shitty poetry, Spaz-o?" Clyde coos, stealing away my notebook and flipping unseeingly through the pages. I jerk forwards in attempt to steal it back, to no prevail, earning a kick in the gut by Craig himself as i land face first into the pavement. Staggering a breath, I sit up to my knees and hang my head, shaking severely as i look over my shoulder carefully at the pair.
"Could you be any more of a fag?" Clyde asks, of course it wasn't really a question. I whimper in response, holding out a cautious hand for my notebook, expecting to be shoved away again.
A sharp pain stings at my scalp and i am lifted from the ground, my mane of messy blond hair making me even more vulnerable as I am tossed against a wall. I cry out in pain, landing on my hip as I attempt to stand back to my feet.
"God, do something!" The raven's second half yells. "Its no fun to mess with the Spazmoid anymore. He just takes it like its nothing!"
Clyde scoffed and began to walk away, only to be stopped by the taller boy. Craig himself grabs my notebook and tosses it at me, earning an unconscious yelp of surprise. I leaped forwards and swiped the object thrown my way like a starving child attacking food.
This was all i had left. It was the only memory I had of the past. Our past.
The past, before he hated me.
We lock gazes for a millisecond before he turns his head. I watch silently as Craig walks away, his brunette friend in tow as he makes his way flawlessly down the hallway. Why was it that no matter how much he tormented me, no matter how many cuts and bruises he gives me...that I still managed to fall in love.

Flipping open my notebook, I leaned unsteadily against my wall again and finished the poem.

I am broken, And can never be whole.

Carefully putting my pencil back in its rightful pocket, i locked the latch on my green messenger bag and stood to my feet, stumbling awkwardly but still managing to keep my slight balance.
The walk home was kind-of long, but i didnt mind. This was the only time I ever had to just be myself and not have to constantly worry about pressure or bullies. At home I had to deal with dad, and at school I had to deal with whoever was assisting Craig in my daily beating of the day.
Craig.
Why does he never leave my pathetic mind? I constantly plea with myself to forget him, to forget everything we had ever been through, but I always end up right back here. No matter now many times he punishes me for it, I will always feel this way. Holding my notebook out in front of me, i stared at it for a moment before protectively holding it to my chest, earning a small tear from my constantly tear-filled eyes.
I will always love him.
Fumbling stupidly with my house key, i unlocked the door and carefully opened it. Looking in all directions, I nervously darted to the stairs towards my room.
"Tweek? Is that you son?"
I froze on command and let out a staggered sigh. "Y-Yeah dad it's -GAH- it's me."
"How was school son?" He said, raising his voice slightly for me to hear him.
I unconsciously shrieked in reply.
"Thats good son." He replied automatically, I got the impression he wasn't really listening anyway. "Y'know son...school is like a hot cup of French Roast Amaretto, it's just what a kid needs to get him through the day. That smooth aroma and mild taste is what makes Tweek coffee the-"
GOD, he never makes any sense!
Not bothering to turn around, i took another careful step up the stairs, expecting him to turn the corner and continue blasting me with metaphors. When he didn't, i took the chance and darted for my room.
My safe-haven.
Accidentally slamming my door shut, I locked it and set my bag carefully beside my desk. Glancing around my room frantically, I slowly made way towards my bed.
I rarely ever sleep, in fact, i think i can count on one hand how many dreams I've had in my whole life. Then, even when i somehow manage to sleep, I have nightmares.
It wasn't that i didn't get tired ethire, it's just that my body is so used to never sleeping that when i try, it doesn't want to. My whole childhood revolved around coffee, it was quite literally the only thing that I ever drank, but after middle school i just stopped drinking it. I dont really remember what caused me to stop, but I haven't had even a sip in over 2 years. Having said this, my quakes and shakes are hardly an issue anymore unless im confronted with mass amounts of pressure or embarrassment, which is why no one noticed me quit coffee, I get tons of that at school. At home, dad and his metaphors are a constant pressure.
I let my mind wander a little more on various paranoid subjects and scenarios before closing my eyes and attempting to fall asleep. Maybe tonight i could actually sleep...