THIS (My first posted fanfic OTL)...Is fanart for the amazing ObanesHarvest's picture which you can see here: .com/favourites/?offset=0#/d4zaeh1 Go watch her. She's awesome.
Anyways I can tell you right now (And as you most likely can already tell by the picture) this fanfic is going to be angsty/suicidal Craig.
Mmmm...Angggsssst.
OKAY...LOL.

A mirror can show a person many things. Sometimes it can show you the present and what a person looks like on the outside at a current time. The future can be thought upon while gazing at your reflection. Othertimes it can show you the past when you are left, pulling the loosening skin of your face to perhaps hide the wrinkles to yourself and imagine younger days. While looking into a mirror, a person judges themselves more so than anyone else ever could. The water of the faucet ran a moment and a black-haired boy splashed the cool liquid onto his face and braced himself on the white, smooth surface of the sink, his head bowed as he contemplated later actions. Craig Tucker was this boy. He slowly turned his blue-grey eyes to the reflective surface of his bathroom mirror, swallowing a hard lump in his throat as bile threatened to rise up into his mouth. This wasn't the first time the seemingly emotionless teen had come to this spot, shaking as he held a kitchen knife in quaking and clammy fingers, deep in serious thought. He turned the faucet off quickly and huffed.

At home he was more or less neglected. He was ignored by his parents and left to fend for himself as well as his baby sister, Ruby. Ruby...what would she do with him gone? She was one of the reasons he paused as he stared himself down in the mirror, repeating over and over in his mind that he could 'do it'. "You can do it...you have to do it..." Tweek was the other factor. Even the shaky blonde himself hadn't seen through Craig's numb facade. Craig bit down on his tongue and seethed as a wave of threatening tears stung his eyes and he slumped over the sink again, feeling as if he may vomit. Adrenaline mixed with heavy fear pumped through him as he recited the same sentence again and again, forcing it through bared teeth at times. The ravenette finally looked into his own eyes again and raised the shining blade with as much persistence as he could muster before closing his slate-colored eyes, sliding the knife over his soft wrist once without breaking the skin. He had the intent to do it. Not a sound was heard other than his constant sniffing and growling at himself to get it over with. No one would miss me. Everyone hates me and I hate everyone.

Craig finally took a few deep breaths and then quivered as he sliced a verticle cut up his arm, exhaling sharply as the pain began to throb up his exposed nerves and veins. He looked down at his frail and pale arm, shaking as blood began to well up and ooze down, red. He repeated the desperate action with his other wrist and then dropped the blade into the sink with a loud and metalic clatter. He looked at the red thinning in the sink as it mixed with remaining water, stumbling back near the center of the floor as he began to bleed out. The raven-haired boy fell to the linolium with a sickening thud, his head on the bathmat just feet from his toilet. What a pitiful scene he was, laying in that awkward position with vacant, staring eyes. His wrists created pools that stretched through the cracks between the tiles, deep red and sickly. His shallow breathing seemed to have no end as Craig stared up at the ceiling. He could feel coldness spreading through his every limb as it drained through his body. This is what it is to die. This is what it is to finally escape this hell.

Not a sound was to be heard as the day began to fade into night and the blood which had once beat, hot into living veins ran cold.

Poor Craig D:... alkskhgf.
Comments? Reviews? ^^...
God I feel so bad for killing him LOL.