AN:/ JUST CAN'T STOP TYPEING!
Insanity #12
Tweek and I have been friends since preschool. I've always been the one to care and stick up for him. Why? Because everyone knew he was slowly loosing his sanity bit by bit. To everyone but me, Tweek Tweak was a lost cause. But I never lost that tiny glimmer of hope that one day I would wake up and my best friend would be ok. My Tweek would be ok.
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It was early Monday morning when it happened. I woke up with a start to the sound of my roommate screaming. I jumped out of bed and ran strait to the source of the commotion. He had episodes like that a lot, but that didn't mean I ever got used to it. It had been getting worse recently, in the back of my mind I guess I always knew he was gonna snap. I just couldn't believe it when the time came.
I ran into the kitchen to find Tweek cutting holes into his skin with a steak knife, blood was everywhere. " C-Craig! Get them out! Get them out! They're under my –GAH- s-skin!" he sobbed, digging deeper into his skin. I didn't know what to do, nothing had prepared me for this. But I knew I had to stay calm, not for myself, for Tweek.
I ran to his side on the tile floor and took the knife away from the bloody twitching mess slumped on the floor. " look at me Tweek." I grabbed his cheeks trying to look as calm as possible, "No one is under your skin j-"
"YES THE ARE! THEY'RE TRYING TO KILL ME! THE VOICES SAID SO! I-I-I don't wanna die…" he then broke down into another sob, scratching at his neck, no… CLAWING at it.
Smoothly taking his hand in mine I whispered in his ear soothingly," I wont let them kill you Tweekers." I mumbled "your fine…" more to assure myself than him.
Still clawing at his neck he weakly repeated, "I don't wanna die Craig, not now…"
I was on the verge of tears, but I held them in and pulled my friend into my chest, trying to calm us both down. "Just breathe. Tweek, look mat me." I needed to tell him how much I loved him before it was too late.
His head slowly rose to meet my eyes hand still scraping against the skin on his neck . "I-I-I… Craig, I need hel-" his then neck broke. Blood started gushing out both his neck and mouth. I could only stop and stare in shock as my best frined slowly bleed to death in my grasp. I knew there was nothing I could do. All I could will my body to accomplish was pull my little blonde coffee addict into a tight embrace, gripping his small, lifeless frame as tightly as possible. Hoping it would be enough to keep him from death's grasp as his soul left his body.
It was then that I realized, we were both insane.
AN:/ another fav of mine. R&R plz.