Tweeks POV

"drip, drip, drip"

I silently watched as each drop of coffee made its way slowly into the coffee pot below. Each drip making me all the more anxious, my mouth watering, eager to have the sweet mocha flavor caressing my lips, making my taste buds giddy in an explosion of warmth and happiness.

I blinked, gripping my mug tighter, thinking over that last word. Perhaps that was too strong of a word to use, I thought, my fingers tracing the rim of my empty mug. I looked up, my thoughts vanquished and my frown replaced with a smile at the brewer's cheerful chime, indicating that the coffee was ready.

I quietly snuck up the staircase to my room, or rather the room in which I slept, coffee cup in hand. Saying it was my room made it sound comfortable, like home even, and less like the prison it actually was. I sparred a quick glance towards my bed.

"Tsk", I clicked my tongue, looking away in disgust not allowing my mind to remember what exactly went on in that bed the previous night. Mood now dampened, and coffee finished; I decided to take a shower. I peered out of my room, making sure the hallway was clear. I quickly made my way through the hallway before realizing that nobody was home.

I cautiously decided to check the house just in case, keeping a careful mind to avoid his room at the end of the hall. I guess hehad left on some business trip for the week, I hadn't cared enough to ask.

Realizing my search was a complete waste of time, I finally made my way to the shower, eager to be within the blanket of warm water, in contrast to the cold morning air. I spared no time washing my thoughts away with my apple scented shampoo, yes I know don't judge me. Oh but of course Tweek Tweak could never really wash the thoughts away. The hot water growing luke warm, my twitches starting again at the sudden thought of school, and people. God I hated people; the mere presence of people nearly drove me insane and the anxiety of it all was just too much pressure! I never knew what they were thinking, what they were plotting. My twitching becoming worse, I tried not to let it get to me, but to no avail. They were so unpredictable and that terrified me.

"Tweek calm down" I mumbled in an attempt to calm myself before abandoning the idea of thinking altogether.

Giving up and deciding to focus on anything but my thoughts. I took to studying my body, letting the warm water trickle over my skinny frame. Was it normal?

"Too see your body in such a condition" I scoffed, tracing the cuts old and new along my arm, slowly guiding my boney fingers across the bruises on my chess, then gently over the fresh hand marks along my thighs…I ground my teeth together. I could never be fucking normal. I suddenly laughed aloud, my fist connecting with the shower wall. I took in a shaky breath as blood ran down my fingers, regaining my composer too soon after.

I hissed, soon feeling the ache of my probably broken knuckles. I tended to my hand and sighed. I should get ready for school.