Pip's Thought's On Damien
Alright, so… He set me on fire. And I don't mean in the romantic, 'oh how could I live without him' fire. Well, not initially at least. And defiantly not in the 'traditional' way. Still, I love him with all of my being; all of who I am. I have no idea how or when it happened, but maybe that's because he was the only kid who didn't spit on me when we were young. Maybe it was because he actually followed my advice when I told him he should see the councilor because it would help him like it had helped me. No one has ever followed my advice before… Ever. Well, whatever the reason, I fell for the Anti-Christ.
Does this mean I am going to go to Hell?
I shake my head and lay it upon my arms folded on the desk. I had never been one to daydream in class, but ever since that boy had come to South Park, my life had changed.
I'm not complaining. No, I don't believe I would ever complain.
I let out a small sigh and pretend to take notes so no one would know anything was wrong.
Ugh. Stupid Damien, distracting me from school.
Tweek's...thoughts
I lay in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I can't sleep. I never sleep, ever. I feel myself shaking, and every once in a while I twitch to the point of a small spasm. It's nothing new, though.
A small noise comes from outside my of bedroom door, and I sit upright in my bed, my eyes wide and my hands instinctively clutching my shirt. I begin to hyperventilate.
"Jesus Christ! The Gnomes! Gah!" I pull on my hair and feel an oncoming panic attack. They're back, I know it. They're gonne kill me, man, I know they will! It's a conspiracy!
Suddenly I hear Craig's voice in my head.
Tweek calm down. Nothings going to hurt you.
I manage to take a deep breath and even work up the guts to bolt from my bed and flip on the lights, proving to my sanity that there isn't anything in my room… But what about in the hallway?!
"Gah!"
The tremors return and I return to sit down on my bed. Bringing my knees to my chest, I wrap my arms around them.
Deep breath's Tweekers. You're fine.
With the mental reassurance of my friend, I manage to calm myself down enough to release the death grip I have on my legs. My mind starts to wander as I lie back down.
And as always it wanders to Craig.
He's been more than a friend to me ever since that fight we had when we were little. He's been my best friend and, for a while now, I've felt more than just friendship towards him. Not that I'd ever admit it, of course. He would just freak out and then probably abandon me like Kyle, Stan and Cartman had done when Kenny had been brought back to life. Ugh, I don't even want to think about them. They came with me when the gnomes had come that one time-
"The Gnomes!" I sit up again and begin to spazz out, glancing toward the doorway, tugging the blankets up to my chin. I heard another noise, I know I did! I dared myself to glance at the clock.
3:30 a.m.
Its them!