Dear Tracker,
help. Help. HElp. HELP! ARGHHH I'VE REALLY SCREWED UP! I let him die! I should've been there. I don't feel like writing or doing anything at all.
24/07/18
Butters' POV:
My breaths steady whilst time passes. My mind eases and I get up out of bed. Why am I freaking out? I hardly new him. But. If it had been me, I would've hated that person for giving false hope. Knees shaking and tears arising, my small legs become weak once again and I fall to my face.
"Why why why WHY!" I screeched, trembling all over. What happens now. Does one just stay thinking about h- Again my fucking doorbell.
" IT'S FUCKING OPEN!" I scream at whoever it was. A nasally voice calls out. Whimpers leave my mouth. Footsteps clacked upstairs. Tweek's high pitched voice now accompanied Craig's. The couple entered through the broken door. Tweek let out a perturbed squeak. The tall blue boy knelt to around my current level.
" Hey Butters?" He whispered as calm as ever.
" LE-LEAVE ME! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HIM!" My screams were joint with cries and heavy breathing. The crazy blonde haired boy jumped and squealed. My tear-stained face looked to Craig's. He was still calm. His hand on my shoulder.
" You didn't do anything wrong bucko. Wanna draw it out. I can see you aren't in a talking mood." He was as tranquil as a summer lake. I was confused but at this point, my voice was too tired and strained to fight back so I gave a meek nod. He grinned and dug around for some equipment.
Tweek's POV:
I was in the back corner, frightened and quivering. How is he so calm! Butters scream just came from hell itself, but he doesn't give a shit. His voice is so... harmonic. It's hypnotising. When he tugged the unnecessarily large notebook out his bag, he gazed at me and kissed my cheek.
" It's ok. You're ok." He reassured me in a hushed-tone. He's a mind-reader I swear. My cheeks lit up a deep coral* colour. He turned back to the convulsing boy and passed him the pad.
Craig's POV:
He scribbled down a few words and drawings. His breath was regulating and his pupils dilated back to their normal size. After a few minuets of silence, he passed it over. I stood up and shared the paper with Tweek. There was a picture with a boy labelled Scott Malkinson. Butters was helping him. That's what I decoded. We flipped to the next page. The same boy was hanging himself. Butters was in the corner with 'IT'S ALL MY FAULT' scribbled on top of him.
" Butters. You found a boy upset, and you got upset. He passed away, and you're upset?" I took a shot. He cocked his head.
" How-How did you ge-get it?..." He grimaced with a strained voice. Tweek was astonished too. He was still scratching his head figuring out where I got that from.
" W-" I was about to say something before a ear-piercing ring broke my train of thought.
" Ngh! It's 7! We're gonna be late!" Tweek murmured subconsciously.
" We can miss one day." I replied, grazing my hand across his elbow.
" I-I can't. Or I'll be permanently excluded..." Butters winced. Once again his tears spilled from his eye's. It was a silent sob. Me and Tweek wrapped are arms him.
" Ok ok. We'll get you through one day." Tweek soothed him with soft, emotional eyes. The small boy got up to his feet and roughly dried his eyes.
" I'm O-Ok." He coughed out. I smiled and Tweek gave a sigh of relief. We helped him out the door and to school.
\Time skip cuz guess what? I'M LAZY/
3rd Person's POV:
The trio made it just in time for their classes. Craig went off to his class. The two blonde boys shared their first class. They blended into the group as everyone swarmed in. Meanwhile, a certain orange parka boy was running late. He raced forward and grabbed onto the first person's arm he saw. It was , of course, Butters' arm. He flinched but recognised Kenny quickly.
" Sorry about that!" McCormick pardoned himself. The other boy smiled softly and gestured a ' no problem'. They headed inside and took their seats next to each other. Kenny brought Butters head to his chest to deafen his hearing. The teacher began the say with addressing the recent suicide. Kenny knew this would go wrong before it barely started. He could tell it. Butters gave a perplexed look, but he was too tired to move away.
The teacher continued to ramble on and on. Kenneth looked down to see the sweet little boy sleeping soundly.
" Heh. I told him that book would give him nightmares." He sighed. It was sorta trapping though. He didn't want to wake the boy. So he just wouldn't do any work. Wouldn't be the first time. He was in the back so no one was really paying attention to him. Except from Tweek. The boy kept glancing back and giggling. Suddenly, my phone vibrated.
I looked at the text.
Tweekers:
The ship has sailed!
Me:
Stfu and kiss craig's ass
I smirked back at him. He stuck his tongue out at me and turned back to his work.
A few minuets before the bell, the sleeping boy began to stir and bat his eyes open.
" Heya sleeping beauty." I greet quietly. He mumbled and groaned, stretching himself upright. He rubbed the tiredness from his face and beamed at me.
" Good morning? You decided to stay over at mine?" He asked, confusing here with his home.
" You fell asleep during class." I cleared up. He gasped and looked around frantically.
" Don't worry, ya woke up right in time." I counted down from 5 on my fingers, predicting the blaring bell. We all swarmed out.
" Um McCormick, Stotch? Where are your papers?" The teacher raised an eyebrow. Butters was visibly sweating. Kenny shrugged and blew it off, leading Butters out the room. Mr. Teacher guy yelled something at them but they didn't hear it. The past classes sped by and in what seemed like 30 minutes it was dinner.
Butters POV:
Surprise, Surprise I had no money to buy anything. I slipped by everyone into the bathroom stalls. I pull my pants down to show more scattered scars on my thighs. These were where my more deeper scars hide. No one ever finds them. I pushed it into my skin and paused. Hyperventilation took over my lungs. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and tugged it across my whole upper thigh. An absurd amount of blood came pouring out. A surge of panic running through me, I pulled a piece of paper out fiercely and dabbed it onto the oozing cut. As that was drying up, I copied the same act onto my opposing leg. I pulled up my pants and groaned as they had a spillage of blood on the side. I'll just say I was bumped into by someone with Kool-Aid. I strolled out and into the cafeteria, taking the empty seat next to Kyle.
" Hey Butters heard ya skipped on the test. Was that an weak attempt to impress your crush or you were to thick to try, faggot." Cartman sneered. I looked down.
Kenny POV:
I felt anger brew up inside of me. If he makes Butters cry, I fucking swear he'll be another corpse in the graveyard.
" Cartman shut up or I'll shove my fist down your goddamn throat." I threatened raising my fist up.
" Oooh getting protective of your girlfriend?" I bit my lip and knocked him right in the face. He cursed and kicked my in the stomach. I was so close to snapping his neck, but I saw Butters creeping up behind fatass. I backed up and raised my hands in 'surrender'. Butters pinched him in the neck. It was some kind of a knock out technique because the huge abomination fell unconscious.
" One: I'm a boy. Two: I have a girlfriend. THREE: I AM SMARTER THAN YOU WILL EVER BE!" The small blondie began kicking at the boy.
I have to admit, that second point irritated me.
