Don't Kill Your Friends

The night Craig decided that enough was enough; he decided that it was enough for everyone else as well.

Unfortunately, that was also the night that Craig lost his mind.

He used to be alright, but after a while it became that no one was willing to admit he wasn'tokay anymore when he got a little bit older. His parents only wanted him to stay the same as he used to be and to feel happy, but no matter what any doctor or psychiatrist told his parents, they would just usher Craig along with reassuring words that he was loved and he'd be okay in the end. It was just a phase; he'd get out of it soon.

In his room, at 2 A.M. he screams into his pillow because of a cocktail of emotions eating away at him and the voices shouting out to him from other parts of reality.

Craig never slept. He was afraid of the evil things that haunted him in his dreams; he was afraid of the thoughts that bombarded him whenever he was alone. Just him, and his mind.

There were terrifying things that he thought of, and he was too selfish to stop it.

He has been lying to his mom for a very, very long time. He hadn't been taking his pills after those few weeks of trying them, and instead threw them behind his friend Tweek's rose bushes while he waited for him every morning.

He didn't want to feel happy, or normal because of a prescription messing around with his already fucked up brain-chemistry, he wanted to feel better because he was truly better, not for any other reason.

No one at school paid attention to him, they were all afraid. His parents didn't want to know or notice what was wrong with him. Craig suffered in total silence and had been for a long time. He had felt lost somewhere in between wanting to spill his guts or to just give in.

Everyone hated him. He hated everybody. He hated himself twice what he hated them and there was NOTHING anyone did for him and-

Craig was just lost.

Craig was just unfortunate.

Craig didn't deserve to lose his mind that night.

But he was certain that everyone deserved to be taken down with him.

3 A.M. he washes his face with cold water, and stares into his reflection. He was thinking of a plan. He wanted the end to be fun.

He wanted there to be fear.

Betrayal.

Everything was so FUCKED UP.

Craig was going to make this going out party memorable. He would have the story all over the news for the next month! He'd be the talk of the town. Everyone would know his name and what happened to him and maybe everyone would understand him for once. They would all feel sorry and ask themselves what they could have done.

And he would be dead.

He would be so blissfully dead.

And so would his friends.

Craig dries his face with a towel. He was going to make it petrifying for them. It would be so much fun! He had always wanted to play the game that was on his mind. It was more tempting than ever… He didn't want to be alone in the end…

His reflection gives him an encouraging smile. It would be just so much fun what he had in mind.

He sets the towel aside, and hits the bathroom lights.

He knew where his dad hid the pistol.

That hiatus was… refreshing.

Now that I'm back from the depths, I'll be starting on something a bit out of my comfort zone.

This'll be a short story, about 3 chapters or so. If there's anyone who's willing to Beta, please shoot me a PM!

Thank you for reading (and stick around too, I've got plans for this one.)

-The MasterHama