AUTHORS NOTE: Hello Wonderful World Of Fanfic! How I've Missed Working With you! Well, I'm back baby, And I'm in A South Park Obsession From Hell ;D This is not my first time writing South Park, Just the First thing I wasn't too Lazy to type xD Hopefully you'll be seeing a lot of me, Cause I'm going to try and come back with VENGANCE! VENGANCE I SAY! Anyway, This Is Theme Nine for the list of One Hundred Themes I'm going to be pursuing. Enjoy. TRIGGER WARNING: You're getting one now. Mentions of Self Harm. DISCLAIMER: South Park And It's Characters Belong To Matt Stone And Trey Parker, I own them In no Way Shape Or Form. Enjoy :D
It's Like A Wonderland.
This Peace that I've never felt. No, Nothing Compares to it, not the way I feel when I'm high, nor that Adrenaline-like state I'm left in after sex. The way these strange colours meld and dabble across my vision into such abstract shapes… Like nothing I've seen, not in dreams or anything of that sort. Not until now. I can't hear anything aside from this constant buzzing. It's kinda like that distant ringing you get in your ears sometimes, ya know? There's another sound though… it… it's so faint… such a murmur-y kinda noise.
"Tweek…" Craig? Is that who it is? He sounds so far away and distant… he… he sounds sad, I realize. I try to move close to his voice, but all I'm met with is flashing colours and a sharp jolt of pain all throughout my body. Panic explodes through my veins and I Hear Craig over my own agony.
"Sorry… So Sorry…" I can barely understand a word of what he's saying. I try to search for him and feel my eyes wriggle the slightest. They're shut. But… How can they be shut when I'm seeing so much? All these colours… I try to blink my lids open.
White. Bright white.
My eyes open and I'm blinded. Gah… Shit… I try to rub them but my arms don't move, instead they throb with pain. I open my mouth to cry out in shock, but no sounds leave me, just a pathetic puff of air.
"Tweek, Tweek you're okay now, Tweekers it's just me, Shhh… I… I'm so sorry…" I feel a kiss on my cheek, something dropping and slipping down my forehead.
Craig's crying.
I stare up in shock
"Tweek It… I… I'm so sorry… He means nothing damn it, nothing! Fuck Tweek, I love you! Please… Don't do this… Fuck Tweek , I didn't fuckin touch him, I didn't do shit! Tweek, Please… You didn't let me explain Tweek… God Damn it."
And then I remember, seeing Craig with him, watching them. The way they had kissed… The way That Fucking Bastard Turned and stared right at me, smiling like he was some kinda smug fuck. I remember the sharp pain, the blood, etching 'Kenny McCormick' Into the flesh of my arms in a fit of rage, as if that would fix it, as if having my arms mangled with his name would make it all fucking better. And I remember the pills. I took so many fucking Pills.
I pass back out, slipping into My Wonderland once more.
