Hello! This is the second chapter of this Fanfic. I'm soooo sorry it took so long to upload. This chapter didn't turn out quite as well as I thought it would, but hey. It's my opinion. I think it's going to be fun for you to read. Now, the reason why there isn't that much mature content is because it's in Tweek's point of view, mostly. You know him...
It's also a little bit sad near the end. The next chapter will be even sadder. This chapter has a bunch of events happening, although I don't think I put enough details... Sorry.
Well, please enjoy! Oh and, please note that it's back at the cemetery scene again. We went back in time. Hehe...
Cartman's POV
I glared at Kenny, Craig, and Tweek. These dumbfucks... why won't they just admit they're losers? We've been out here freezing our asses off in the last 2 hours. I want to go home, goddammit.
I counted all the guys again, just to be sure.
1...2...3...
Tweek, Craig, and Kenny were still left with me. I know they're all gonna lose, and I'm going to win. You know why? Because I'm going to cheat. Cheating ALWAYS works out for me.
I walked over to Tweek and tapped him shoulder, getting his attention. The spazzy little bastard.
"AGH! Oh, it's you, Cartman... You scared m-me..." Tweek pulled on the blanket that was wrapped around him tightly, making sure I wouldn't harm him. "What do you w-want?"
I grinned. This guy never learns, does he? "Well, I need you to do something for me." I turned and pointed towards the direction where I think the cemetery gate entrance was.
"I want you to walk straight, all the way over there until you see a gate. When you do, stay there until I call you."
Please let him fall for it... Please let him fall for it...
Tweek's twitchy eyes took a glance over to the left, then to the right. "Oh... Okay."
It's in the middle. The gate entrance is in the direction right in front of you!
I pointed in front of us.
"Oh... There it is." He sighed and streched. "Sure...I'll do it."
YES. He fell for it.
Tweek ruffled his hair, then stood up. "I hope you know w-what you're doing, Cartman." I saw him walk over to his backpack with all his stuff inside of it. He grabbed something out of the bag... I guess it was a knife or something. "This is Kenny's. C-can you give it back to him for me?" He handed me the knife. I nearly jumped back in fear.
Damn. He looked scary. I knew he wasn't going to stab me or anything, but still. He's damn scary with a knife in his hand. I grabbed it from him carefully. If Tweek ever got ahold of knives or scissors while he gets drunk with coffee... Oh no.
"Go. Don't tell any of the other guys." I pointed over to Kenny and Craig. They were still in the ditch. I guess they were doing something over there. "If you tell anyone about this, I swear I will kill you."
Ah, not the best offensive thing I've ever said. Probably because I was so tired.
"Oh. Okay. I promise n-not to." I watched Tweek as he waved goodbye, then picked up his stuff and walked silently into the darkness. As soon as he was far enough that he was out of my sight, I chuckled. He'll get lost before you know it. I don't know if I'll see him ever again, but I hope not. He wasn't worth remembering anyways. Nobody is...
I glanced over at Craig and Kenny, still in the ditch. What the hell were they doing over there?
Oh well. Not any of my buisness, right? If they're dying back there, I don't care. I never care.
I sat down by the warm, bright fire. It's so fucking cold out here in the middle of the cemetery. It's like being in Antarctica. Cold. So, very, damn cold.
I plucked a few weeds from the ground and fed them to the fire. The flame roared and crackled as I threw the dirt-covered pieces of grass into it. I flexed my fingers out at it, flicking the dirt off my nails.
I saw something shiny fling from my hand. It was one of my finger rings...
It landed with a small THUD near the fire. Should I pick it up? I could burn myself... But it was my favorite ring. I can't leave it there like that.
I extended my arm out to the fire, reaching for my small grey ring, laying on the ground on top of a small moud of dirt. Sparks flew from the fire, landing around it. Almost there...
I touched it, and it felt as hot as hell. "SHIT!" I yelled out.
Yikes. I shouldn't have done that.
As if on cue, I saw Craig peek out from the ditch.
Craig jumped out from the ditch with a crooked smile on his face. As soon as we made eye contact, his smile faded away almost instantly. What the hell was his problem?
He was headed towards me. Crap. I sat back up, and stared at my ring. Too late to get it now.
If I didn't think if something quick, Craig would see it.
It was originally his... I stole it from him. He never found out. He never complained about it, either, but if he knew I had it, I'd be seriously screwed. Craig has a bad temper. You should of seen him when I told him that Tweek said something about his hamster, Stripe. He was mad.
I kicked the dirt around the ring with my foot until I hit it, and it flew into the fire. Straight into the fire.
It was gone forever now. Damn it.
Craig was about a few yards away from me. I hope he didn't see what I was doing.
"Hey... Where's Tweek?" Craig asked.
"Oh. He went home. Chickened out by hallucinating those underwear gnomes again." I laughed nervously. It was obvious that I was lying, but I hoped Craig didn't notice.
"Hmm. Well, if you say so." Craig stopped, and pulled out his phone. He flashed one of those mischievious grins of his at me. "If he's home already, it wouldn't hurt if I called him, right?"
Craig... You son of a whore. "No! Don't! I heard it's... uh..."
Great. It's lame excuse time.
"...I heard it's very bad luck to communicate using long distance devices in a quiet cemetery like this. I don't think you should use it." Awkward silence followed.
Oh, bravo, Cartman. You made yourself sound like a dumbass in front of Craig.
"Whatever." Craig put his phone back in his pocket. He sat down on the ground with his legs crossed. I watched him carefully. You could never predict what he was going to do next.
I noticed something weird. His blue eyes looked... red. It's probably from the color of the fire's light. I hope it was.
Kenny came out from the ditch, finally. He walked over to us. "Hey Kenny!" I called out. "If you're gonna take a dump, don't take so long next time!" I laughed.
"Shut up, fatass." Craig snarled at me. "Don't make insults about Kenny. You know he's not afraid to fight you."
I slowly pushed him away from my face. What the hell was wrong with him? "Dude. I don't wanna fight Kenny. He's too weak."
Kenny finally got to where we were. "Well..." Kenny started. "Looks like it's time to get some sleep, eh?"
I looked at Craig, then Kenny. I nodded my head. "Yeah, probably. It's getting pretty late now. I'm tired."
I set up my own sleeping bag myself, while Craig need help from Kenny.
They were whispering to each other and looking at me constantly. They were talking about me! Why?
I noticed that they were awfully close to each other... Hehe.
"Hey, gaybirds!" I started. "Why don't you guys-"
Craig shot up from the ground and knocked me over, really hard. He made fists with his hands and brought them up to my face. "Don't. Fucking. START!"
I heard Kenny trying to convince Craig not to hit me. "Don't hit him, Craig!" He tried to run over to us, but then he tripped.
He slipped and fell on his back. I saw some shiny, feathery-looking shit emerge from behind. Wings? Naw. I was hallicunating again. I should've have had all those Red Bulls earlier...
Craig turned around, and left me on the ground. His claw-like nails made dents in my skin, and he ripped part of my jacket. That son of a whore!
"Kenny! Are you alright?" Craig exclaimed and kneeled by his side.
"I'm... alive?" Kenny was breathing really heavily. Really, really heavily.
"Dude. You're gonna be alright. Hang on." I could hear the panic in his voice. He wasn't gonna hold much longer, I could tell.
Kenny didn't look so good. I backed away. I didn't want to get involved.
Just then, before I knew it, Kenny caught on fire. Yes, he caught on fire.
Craig was frozen in fear. I sort of felt numb myself. I had the nerve to say something in the awkward background of Kenny screaming in pain.
"Is... Is he okay?" I managed to ask.
Craig looked over at me as if I just said all the cuss words imaginable in front of his face. His eyes were dark and wide, and his lips were quivering. "Are... Are you fucking KIDDING me?"
It was suddenly silent. Even the deafening screams of Kenny were muted.
"No..?" I felt that was the most appropriate thing to say, yet the worst.
Craig stared at me, shooting daggers from his eyes. He finally stood up and walked over to the ice box that Token had brought, but left it behind. Craig opened the lid, his body looking limp and his eyes dark and emotionless. If he kept that look up, I would have mistaken him as a zombie.
Craig threw the lid over to the side, almost hitting me. He grabbed a bottle of Kool-Aid and unscrewed the lid, and walked over to Kenny.
What was he doing now? "Uh... You're not gonna pour that on him, are you?"
Craig turned his head slowly towards me and nodded. Then he emptied all the contents of the Kool-Aid in the bottle out all over Kenny.
When he was done, Kenny was still. He wasn't moving-motionless, actually. Was he... dead? "Craig. He's dead. You were too late, ya bastard."
Craig stepped back away from me and Kenny. "Hey, nothing to be afraid of, you chicken. Come back. I know you're going to-"
He let out a deafening screech and threw his fists at me. "YOU'RE THE BASTARD!" He screamed out, like one of those screamers in those hardcore bands. He missed me, barely.
"Why so mad?" I said calmly. If you met me and Craig for the first time ever, you'd already know we were enemies.
He lunged at me and bared his teeth. I guess he was planning to bite me? What was he, a vampire? I knew he hated vampires though... Everyone hates vampires. They suck.
Hehe... get it? Ah, nevermind. Lame joke, I know.
I rolled over to my right, and Craig fell in the dirt. He tumbled and layed on the ground near my feet.
"Are you trying to kill me, fucker?" I sneered at Craig, waiting for a reply. He wouldn't beat me up. I know that for a fact.
He looked up at me, and I noticed that there was a small scratch on his face, and it was bleeding. I didn't even hurt him, and now he's bleeding!
"Yeah. Wanna play?" He was breathing heavily and I saw drool drip from the corner of his mouth.
This dude is freaking insane! He looks like he's rabid... or he's a mutant hobo.
Before I got to answer his question, he lunged at me again with his fingers outstretched. Yeah, he's gonna scratch me now. Woo hoo.
I tried dodging to the left, but Craig changed direction while in the air and landed on me. He pinned me down and started squeezing my skin that was grasped between his fingers. His claws dug into my skin like knives. I wanted to scream, but I kept silent instead. I spoke.
"I'm not in the mood to fight, Craig. Give it up." I stared at him straight in the eyes for about 5 seconds before he made another move. "There's no reason to fight."
He let go of me and sighed. He shut his eyes then stood up. It looked like he was wearing eye liner from my angle. I bet he is wearing eyeliner. Stupid gay kid...
"Fine. I give." He backed away and walked away from me. He stood about a few yards away from me, feeling embarrassed and mad. He was covered in dirt and sweat and was breathing heavily.
He gives up so easily. So very easily. "Ha. Chicken." I muttered under my breath.
I guess Craig must've heard me again. "What... What did you say?"
I shrugged. "I said, you're a chicken. You gave up."
Craig has serious problems. I need to tell you that. He flips off whoever talks to him, and he doesn't care if he's in trouble or not. He's a softie, because he loves his pet hamster, Stripe. I think he loves it a little TOO much... (I bet he fingers his hamster every night), yet he's meaner than all those 7th graders COMBINED. He's sort of a retard, but he's one of the smartest people in our 6th grade class. He's weird too.
"I'm not the chicken. You are." I heard his voice crack a little bit.
"No no no no no no. You're the one who gave up the fight."
"You were the one who didn't move! You didn't fight me back, so that means you were scared, right?" Craig yelled at me and spat in my face a little bit. Ick.
"Whatever. Let's forget about it." I didn't like Craig. At all. I wanted to kill him, actually.
Yes, I want to kill all the horrible people I know. Every single one. Starting with...
Kyle. The damn jew-fag.
"Well, I'm not gonna forget about it. How 'bout we challenge each other to something- see who's chicken." He stopped with the angry face, and gave a crooked smile.
I rolled my eyes. "Sure. Want you wanna do?"
He looked around us, observing the surroundings. "I know. How about we split up and explore the cemetery, then we come back at exactly 10:00 PM? We dig up some random guy in the ground, then bring back one of his bones. If you were scared, you wouldn't actually do it, now would you?" He was starting to freak me out with that crooked grin of his. "Sound good?"
What the hell was he thinking? Dig up some random guy, and take one of his bones? I told you, he's insane!
I planned to trick him again. "Challenge accepted. You're going down."
We both stood up and stared at each other. The awkward silence sounded deadly. Kenny was sure to be dead now.
I looked at my wristwatch. 8:45 PM. Yeah, I got about an hour and a half. I'll be fine.
We grabbed our stuff, and started walking away.
"Good luck, fatass." Craig flipped me off, then walked away.
"You too, fucker." I muttered back at him.
I walked off about 30 yards away from the camp, then stopped. I sat down, and brought out my flashlight. "I'm staying right here." I pulled out my Ninetndo DS Game and turned it on.
"Super Mario time."
It kept me company for the next hour and a half...
When it was out of battery, I glanced at my watch. 9:55. I should probably start heading back now.
I stood up, blinking a few times so my eyes could adjust. I was staring at the game screen for too long... I couldn't see very well. I saw a bright, sharp blur in front of my face, that's what I saw.
Aftersight. I hate it.
I chose a random direction, then set off.
To me, choosing a random direction in a situation like this would be sort of a bad idea, yet a good idea at the same time.
Life is so confusing...
I kept walking... on and on. Not knowing where the hell I was going. Where was I going?
I should be near the camp now. Let's hope I was.
I walked farther... then I felt my foot hit something.
Sharp, loud hissing filled the air.
Just then, I felt my foot go numb. Sharp, stinging pain flooded in left leg, and I froze.
I looked down at my feet.
Snake. Snake... SNAKE!
I covered my mouth with my hands to make sure I didn't scream.
I shouldn't make any noise... No noise, Cartman. No noise.
Make a peep, and you're dead.
Standing still, I glanced at my wristwatch.
10:01PM...
Shit! I'm late!
I looked down at the snake again. Get... Off... My... Damn... Foot!
It's fangs still sunk deep into my foot. The only way to get it off was to wait for it to move on, or kick it off. I didn't want to kick it off, hence the risk of getting the damn snake to pierce all the way through my foot.
I waited long, long seconds...
Just then, I heard more hissing. More snakes, maybe? Oh... this wasn't good.
What was I supposed to do?
I'll run. Yes, the fatass is gonna run. No stopping.
I kicked my left foot hard, and the snake went flying in the air. I ran.
I ran until I got so tired I wanted to just fall over.
10:10PM. No... I'm late!
But then... That makes me the loser- the chicken!
I'm the chicken.
"I'm..." My voice shook. "I'm the chicken."
My eyelids felt heavy. "I'm the loser. I'm the chicken..."
I felt weak.
Cartman... Don't fall over. If you fall over you're gonna-
AND... I FELL OVER.
I couldn't stand up on my feet anymore. Snake... Venom.
All I wanted to do was to just lie down and sleep. Wake up tomorrow, then be back at school. Is it that hard?
Maybe that would work if I tried. I can't walk now. Damn snake bit me, and now it feels like the whole world just landed on my left foot.
Lovely.
I shut my eyes, and I wanted to drift off into a deep sleep, but would I wake up after it?
I don't care. As long as the stinging pain goes away. Dear God, let it go away.
Sleeping in the middle of nowhere was a really bad idea, wasn't it?
Well, yeah, but I fell asleep anyways. I should've gotten my sleeping bag from my backpack since it was fucking cold, but I didn't.
I can't make myself wake up now.
Damn it.
CHANGE OF POV : CRAIG
I walked down the dusty path... Well, there wasnt't a path, just bare ground. You get the point, right?
I walked away from the camp until the flame of the fire burning there wasn't visible anymore. I thought that was far enough.
The challenge- the one where I had to go somewhere and dig up a dead guy. I regret saying that. I would never do such a thing.
I'm not that kind of person. Who knows, maybe there's going to be zombies if I try digging them up. I know they're not real, but I didn't want to take a chance. Besides, I didn't even have a shovel.
My knees grew weak. It'd be a good time to stop right here for now. I gently fell on my knees and sat down, my arms crossed on my chest. It was cold, and my jacket REALLY wasn't helping me. It was wet for some reason... I can't imagine why.
Probably from that Kool-Aid I poured on Kenny earlier.
Poor Kenny. He didn't deserve to die... He was one of my best friends; aside from Tweek.
I glanced at my wristwatch. 9:30 PM. I had about 30 minutes until I had to go back to the campsite and face Cartman again... Maybe he actually did dig up some guy from the dirt ground. I don't want to see him carrying around a dead dude's bones, and having him win a challenge over it. I'd rather lose.
Ha, screw that. I'm gonna go home.
I don't care if I lose or not, I know that Cartman WILL get in trouble in some way. I just know it.
I sighed and looked behind me. There was no use going back. I forgot where the camp was, and I don't care where it is. I know one thing for sure- I'm NOT going back.
I stood up and dusted the dirt from my jeans. I think I know how to get home... The gates that surrounded this crappy cemetery were mostly broken, so I think I can find a way out.
I grabbed my backpack and pulled out a lighter. No, I'm not getting high, I forgot my damn flashlight back there at the camp. I'm too lazy to fetch it. Besides, I'd use a lighter over a flashlight anyday. Clyde said once that I looked badass with a lighter in my hand. Ha. He got caught on fire when he wanted to hold my lighter himself. He's such a retard...
I looked around me. Dark, except for the faint glow of the small flame emitted from my lighter. I choose a random direction; again, and started walking. The perimeter of the cemetery was very small, actually. So many people died in South Park every year, yet our cemetery is so small. I guess they're all cremated or something like that. Oh well, forget that for now. I'm going to focus on getting home. It wouldn't take long before I reached a part of the broken gate.
Trudging through weeds and shattered glass, I finally saw the faint glow of a rusty gate post. I made it!
"That wasn't so hard." I sighed to myself and smiled. "I'm going home."
I walked up to the gate and extended my arm. I gave it a gentle push on one of the bars.
It creaked quietly and slowly leaned backwards.
CRASH!
It fell over. The whole damn gate. It was loud, too.
Boy, do I feel sorry for the dude who put this shitty gate here. Such a waste of money...
I stepped forward and observed my surroundings. I heard a really faint noise... Like someone yelling. I guess it was Cartman?
10:01 PM. Well, I officially lost the challenge. I bet that yelling was Cartman, cheering. He's such a jerk.
Well, I'm leaving him behind. Let's see if that fatass can figure out where I am now.
I pulled my backpack off from my back and swung it in front of me. There was a rope on the outside of my backpack that held my skateboard. Where was it... Aha!
I pushed it, and a quiet click noise came from it. I unlatched the strap to my skateboard holder.
Yes, I have a skateboard strap on my backpack.
I attached it on there when I was in 4th grade. The guys and me were in this class back in 4th grade with this insane teacher... I think his name was Mr. Adler or something. One day, he tried killing himself. I made this little mini-rope that had a latch on it and it was left on the sawing machine. It was unfinished, because I had trouble trying to finish it. I left it on there for some reason. Never took it home yet. Our teacher tried committing suicide laying on the belt moving towards the saw, and while he was laying on there the rope got caught on his shirt. He stopped, and didn't get to kill himself successfully. I guess you could say I saved his life. When the latch was caught on him, the latch on it got fixed, and it worked. I attached it to my backpack at first to carry around my pet hamster, Stripe's cage. Didn't turn out too well. Then, when I got into 6th grade I had gotten a skateboard from my parents on Christmas. I attached it on my backpack whenever I went out. It's awesome to be walking around with a kick-ass skateboard on your back.
I slung my backpack back on and hopped on my skateboard, my right foot pushing me swifty on the rocky ground.
I got far enough to recognize where I was. I stopped for a minute and looked around. I was near Stark's Pond...
I never went swimming there anymore, because back in 4th grade Stan and I were sitting on the edge of the dock, observing the animals there since we're animal lovers (we get teased because of this alot), and he shoved me in the fucking cold water, and ran away laughing, taking thousands of pictures of me struggling to swim in the water. There were mutant fish in there and I didn't realize it until they started biting my leg. NEVER go into that pond's water. Ever.
There always something fucked up about EVERYTHING here in South Park. I love it so.
I turned to the left. I was near home. Just a few more blocks away.
My wristwatch read 10:10 PM. Yay... My parents will be THRILLED to find me looking beat up and tired. I fell several times on the way here. Such bumpy ground...
I finally reached the street where I lived. I saw a stray cat walking around. It glared at me from behind a garbage can. I absolutely HATE cats. Hate them... Hate them..
I felt a surge of hate run through me. Ugh... I don't like that feeling.
I stopped at the sidewalk and picked up a good-sized rock, and aimed at the cat.
I guess it knew what I was trying to do. It saw was I was doing, hissed, then ran towards me.
I panicked and dropped the damn rock. It landed on my foot. "AHH, FUCK!" I screamed out and cringed. Not the best thing to scream out in the middle of the night, eh?
The cat still was running towards me. It was about 10 yards away. I gotta move before it bites me or something.
I stuggled to stand, but I managed and starting running. Screw the skateboard. I can't skate with a sore foot.
The cat ran so silently, I almost forgot what I was running from. The damn bastard.
I ran in the opposite direction to where my house was. I was getting farther and farther away, until I reached a gate.
Not just any gate, but the cemetery gate.
This part wasn't broken down, however, so this was a different direction than where I came from a few minutes ago.
I leapt into a nearby bush and ducked.
I crouched down and held my breath. I hope the cat had gotten lost. It chased me FAR.
I turned my head and looked behind me, and I saw the big fuzzy ball of shit. It was wondering around and sniffing the air.
It looked in my direction, but I don't think it saw me. It finally gave up the search for me and silently ran away.
I took a deep breath and sighed.
I looked around again, just to make sure it wasn't around anymore.
Then, I saw something far in the distance. I gasped.
There he was. There was Cartman.
He was lying on the ground and was clenching his foot. I wonder why...
No. I knew why.
He was hurt. And if he was hurt, that means he couldn't have made it back to the camp spot.
It all came back now! Earlier he wasn't yelling in cheer, he was yelling in pain!
I let out a quiet, mad laugh.
"I won."
I pulled out my phone to take a picture of him. I flipped open the screen and zoomed WAAAY into him, then pressed the button.
Flash!
This was gonna be funny. I'm gonna show everyone at school... Hehe.
I actually felt happy to see someone hurt. I know it's a mean thing to do, but you don't know how I felt right now.
I'm the winner. He's the loser.
I crawled out from the bushes, feeling proud of myself.
I ran back onto the street to retrieve my skateboard.
HONK!
"Watch where you're going, kid!" It was Officer Barbrady.
That retarded policeman. If anyone in South Park tried calling for help he'd kill us, rather than giving us help.
I didn't see his car, but I knew he was close by and that he'd come after me.
I saw my skateboard on the side of the street and grabbed it. Then I ran.
I ran down the street, with a retarded cop on my tail. The siren wailed a little bit too loud, and it disturbed some of our neighbors.
Lights in scattered houses flickered on. I saw some of my friends that I knew waving at me and cheering me. I notcied some of their parents and siblings leaning outside their window, watching me in amazment as I ran down the street.
I don't know how fast I was running, but I was knew outrunning the police car.
I didn't think I passed my house yet. I covered a lot of ground, yet I don't think I'm even NEAR my house.
Wait... maybe I passed it?
I looked behind me. The police siren was faint now. I was really far away from it. HA! I can't believe I outran his car that much. It's gonna be a story to tell.
I turned back around and-
SMACK!
Shit. I ran into a tree.
I sank and fell to my knees, then collapsed comepletely.
I was knocked out. I felt my phone in my pocket ring...
"Craig?"
CHANGE OF POV: TWEEK
Well, what am I supposed to do now? Cartman told me to wait here until he called me.
He hasn't called me yet.
Did he mean to call me like, with a phone, or yell out my name?
I'm scared! It's dark, and I didn't bring any flashlights or glow sticks or lightbulbs or anything!
All I brought was my backpack, and it doesn't have anything in it that can help me right now! Well, there's my phone. Maybe I can call him!
Yeah! I'll call him! I'm so smart.
My hands shook as I reached into my pocket to grab my phone.
I pulled something out. Paper wad. No...
I pulled something out agian. Candy wrappers. Argh, no.
Ah! There it is.
I flipped it open and speed dialed his contact number. It's hard for me to dial numbers without using my contact list. I have a great memory and everything, but my fingers... They never hit the right buttons.
I heard the tone. Beep... Beep... Beep... Bee-
"Agh... Shit, my foot hurts..." I heard Cartman's voice on the other end. He sounded like he was in pain, but sleepy at the same time.
"Um... C-Cartman? Is that y-you?" I stammered.
"Oh! Tweek! The fuck have you been?" Cartman yelled at me.
I whined. "I... I've been standing by the gate, just like you asked. You haven't called me, so-"
"You're not supposed to wait at the fucking gate! I told you to go home, then come back when I call you!"
Ah... He never said that. "Oh... Sorry. I'll b-be going now. By-"
"Wait-Wait! Don't hang up! Dude I'm, I'm in some serious shit right now. You need to come and help me! I got bitten by a snake and now I'm lost! Come find me, you bastard!" Cartman paused for a minute to take a deep breath. "You left me here to suffer! I know you did, you little fucker!"
"S-sorry..." I twitched as I spoke. "I'm... sorry... I'll come find you. I promise."
"YOU BETTER!"
Then the line went dead.
He never told me where he was. How am I supposed to find him?
Oh, I'm lost. He's lost. Where's Craig when I need him most? Maybe I should call him.
I speed dialed his number, like I did with Cartman.
The tone went on longer than usual. Craig usually answered immediately whenever I called him.
Then, the tone stopped. I listened for something. I heard heavy breathing.
I opened my mouth, and words didn't come out. The heavy breathing on the other line was getting creepy.
Then, I finally managed to say something. "Craig...?"
"Help... Me..." He said that really quietly, and then I heard his phone drop.
The line went dead.
"Agh! All my friends need help now!" I shook my head in agony. My arms were trembling. My cold, shivering hands clenched my face. My mind was spinning. I just wanted to go home, like Cartman told me to.
I sat down and took deep breaths. "Calm down Tweek... It's going to be okay... It's going to be okay..." I said to myself quietly. "I should help Craig first. He's a better friend than Cartman. Maybe Craig knows where Cartman is. He's smart."
I stood up and jumped over the gate. I struggled near the top; those sharp spikes near the top. Why are they even there?
Outside the cemetery, I held onto my backpack and ran.
I could run really far, really fast. You'd never believe me until you'd see me.
I ran until I saw the faint lights of houses nearby.
I looked around. I was on the street where I lived.
Maybe I could just leave this all behind and go home. Sweet, safe home. That's all I've wanted to do.
Well, Cartman DID tell me to go home and wait until he called me, but he never said I could take a detour and help Craig. No, he never said that.
I moved on to the next block or so until I got to the street where Stan was.
Wait! Wrong direction!
Turn back... Turn back..
I turned back around and starting running in the other direction. I passed my street again, then moved onto the street where Kenny lived. Craig was about half a mile away. He lived on the other side of town. I kept running until I reached the end of my neighborhood. I crossed town and kept running until I stopped at the entrance to Craig's neighborhood. It had a distinct scent, like the smell of smoke and roses. This was where the dangerous part of his neighborhood was, but I got used to it. I visisted Craig's house almost every week. We played video games all day on Saturday. I beat him this one time at Mario Kart...
I slowed down to a walk, since I had run REALLY far. I covered a lot of ground. I was one of the fastest runners in school, but I didn't like showing off so nobody ever knew. The pretty girls at school always crowded Craig, since he was the fastest runner of the school. They also crowded Kyle too. I don't see why they like him so much. They always pinch his butt and everything... Gross.
I walked the rest of the way. I decided to visit Craig's house first. Maybe his parents would have a clue where Craig was. I walked down the sidewalk. I saw Officer Barbrady on the right side of the road, his car parked by a fire hydrant. He was talking on his microphone in his patrol car.
"Yeah, he was running away from me. No, I didn't catch him. Yes, he ran away. What? No, I'm not a pedophile! I just wanted to follow him! Well, fuck you too! Sorry, it's been a hard day for me... Hey, no. Don't talk to me like that!" Officer Barbrady was talking to someone on the other end. I ran to a nearby alley and listened to him talk. "What, the kid? Yeah, I know him. He's a 6th grader. Fastest runner I ever saw." He paused and took a sip from his coffee. "Yeah, tall amd he had a blue hat. Scrawny little kid too... So thin. I don't know where he is. He ran off. Last time I saw him was when he ran all the way down at the end of the street. I crashed my car...-" Officer Barbrady closed his door. I couldn't hear him talk.
I knew he was taling about Craig. He was nearby, I knew that. I heard Barbrady say that he was last seen by the end of the street. Maybe I should look there.
I crept silenty out from the alley. I don't think Officer Barbrady saw me. I ran down the street, my hair flailing in the wind. It was really cold. I hate running in the cold.
I passed Craig's house. I didn't have to stop by there anymore. I sort of knew where Craig was.
I kept going on for about 2 more minutes, then I saw him. I gasped. "Craig!"
I ran over to him. He was lying on the ground, unconscious. I saw his phone lying by his side. The screen was cracked and broken. I looked around for who or what could've done this to Craig. I saw blood dripping from his nose, and his face was scratched. There was a also a bad bruise on his elbow, and deep scratches on his knees. His ripped jeans had traces of blood on them. I guess Craig must've fallen on his knees before he was knocked out. His face was hit badly too. I don't think it was a murderer who was after him. Nothing was stolen from him, I know that much.
Then I saw it.
A huge, fat oak tree stood in front of me and Craig. there was blood dripping from the trunk, and the right side of the tree had been hit by something.
Craig had crashed into the tree.
I finally spoke. "Craig... Craig, are you alright?" I put my hand on his neck, checking for a pulse. It was weak, but he was alive. I guess he was knocked out or something. There was no answer from him.
I shook him gently, trying to get an answer from him. I let go of him. I could help Craig, I could! But... I don't know what to do.
I can't do anything when I don't know what to do. It's how I work.
"Craig, I can help you... I can. Just tell me what to do, I'll help you." I paused to take a deep breath, trying to hold in tears. "Tell me what to do, because I don't know... I don't know anything... I can't-"
Suddenly I felt his hot breath on my hand. "Take... me home... please..."
EHH?
Okay... then. My best friend wants me to take him home. How? Was he joking? No, he wasn't.
Ah... then if he wants me to bring him home, I gotta carry him. His house was only a block away. It couldn't be hard, right?
I bet I can carry him. I bet I can.
I knelt down by his side and gripped his arms, then tried lifting him. "My God, Craig... you're heavy!"
I let go of his arms, and tried figuring out another way to lift him without breaking my back.
I could lift him by bringing up his chest first... That would work.
I sat down by Craig again, and wrapped my arms around his chest, then lifted him. He coughed as I brought him up off the ground, a trail of blood being left behind.
I hung his arm around my shoulder, and lifted his legs. I was carrying him as if he was a wedding bride. "Hey... You're not so heavy after all." I sighed and held him for a few seconds, getting used to the feeling. I don't carry heavy things like this very much. Too much pressure, but this time I wasn't feeling pressure. No, I felt MAJOR PRESSURE. I mean, literally PRESSURE. I think Craig must've weighed aroound 85 pounds or something. He was half to crushing my weak arms, but I managed to hold him.
I felt him bury his head in my jacket. He had both his arms around my neck and was breathing in an unsteady pattern. I was getting worried.
It was easy to carry Craig like this, although it looked awkward.
Really awkward.
I slung his backpack on my shoulder and held him close to me so I wouldn't drop him, then started walking.
The dark shadows of us walking shone on the street, making long and tall shadows. The light mostly came from the moon. I never saw the moon full before. It was epic.
I kept walking until I saw Officer Barbrady again. He was still there!
I panicked. how was I supposed to pass him without being seen?
I decided to stop for just a minute. Walking to a corner, I bent over, trying to put Craig down. "You're gonna be here for just a second..." I whispered to him. I don't think he heard me, you know why?
Well, after I said that he brought me down to the ground, along with him.
"Agh! Craig!" I exclaimed as I accidently fell on top of him.
I blushed. Embarassing...
He moaned in pain as my backpack fell on his knee. I got up quickly and stepped back, holding my backpack and pulling it off him.
Craig was laying on the ground, again. He was still breathing heavily and unsteadily. I think it was getting worse.
I took off my jacket and covered Craig with it, so he wouldn't be cold. I ran swiftly and quietly over to Officer Barbrady's car. I was close enough to look inside. He was there alright, but he was sleeping.
Sleeping on the job. I wonder why this guy isn't fired yet.
I got closer to his car to make sure he was sleeping.
Yeah, sleeping. I heard him snoring from the inside.
I ran back over the Craig and slung both our backpacks onto my back again, and lifted Craig up. He was still wrapped in my jacket. His breathing started to go quiet now. He wasn't breathing heavily anymore. I was relieved.
I carried him tightly and ran as quietly as I could past Officer Barbrady's car. Quietly meant sounding like Cartman trying to run. My boots scuffed on the hard concrete and our backpacks made a shaking noise when I ran.
5 long minutes passed before I finally got to Craig's house. The house was dark; no lights. Everyone was sleeping, I guess.
I got to the doorstep and stopped. I tried opening the door, and it was locked.
I need the key. I need to get the key from Craig.
I remembered that he always wore a lanyard around his neck with keys and skull keychains. He got all his stuff from Hot Topic. I hate that place. I heard it got burned down by those... emo kids? Goth kids? I forget. I hate them both.
I looked for anything hanging from his neck. Then, I saw it.
A shiny grey color. It was hanging in the center of all the keys and junk around his neck. Plus, it had lace wrapped around it with a tag that said, 'home key'. You couldn't mistaken it.
I was about to put it in the lock when I remembered something. Oh wait, that wasn't the REAL house key!
Craig always carried a fake one around that would sound an alarm in the house if that key was inserted in the lock. It was his family's weird strategy for security. The real one was at the back of the lanyard.
I felt around on the back of his neck for the small piece of metal...
I got it!
I slid it into the hole and turned the lock.
It made a little clicking noise. I pushed the door open.
It was realy dark inside his house. Nothing was showing light- not even those little lights on those DVD players that show the time. Nope. Dark. That was the first word that would pop into your mind if you were at his house right now.
I knew how his house looked like by heart; not that I'm his stalker or anything... I've been here so many times, it's like my second home. I walked around the couch and the coffee table... Then went to the stairway. I walked up it, struggling a little bit since the weight of Craig and our backpacks sort of dragged me backwards.
When I got to the top, I turned to the right, and went to the first door on the left. That was his bedroom.
There was a Red Racer poster on his door, and there was red glitter that was spilled beneath the door.
I opened it and it creaked. Inside was his pet hamster, Stripe. He was sleeping, like everyone else in the house. I walked to where Craig's bed was, then set him down on it.
I think he might be getting a little too old for Red Racer, although he says he would die without it. Oh well.
I rested Craig's head on his pillow, and took my jacket off him. I put his blanket on him instead. I took his blue hat and set it on the nightstand by his bed.
His heavy breathing stopped, and he was breathing normally now. I saw the blood marks still on his face. Grabbing an old T-shirt that he had nearby, I wiped most of the red off his face and arms. I set the shirt aside, and put his backpack by his wardrobe. Then, I left.
I stepped out into his hallway then closed his door quietly. I was about to go downstairs when I heard someone.
The other door on the left side of the hall opened, and I saw a little girl, about 7 years old, and her eyes were wide. She looked terrified.
I ran down the stairs before she could get a good look at me.
"BURGULAR!" I heard her scream at the top of her lungs.
I ran as fast as I could out of the house and slammed the door. I would've woken up the whole family, and I think I did.
I ran down the street until the house was no longer visible.
Time to go back home. When I get back home, I'm gonna have a nice cup of coffee, then hit the hay.
No. Wrong.
Craig's little sister had screamed so loudly that she woke up part of the neighborhood. Officer Barbrady was nearby, and I guess he must've gotten a call from one of the neighbors. I heard his siren turn on.
What was I gonna do now?
Run and go home, or hide and risk getting caught?
I decided to run. Running was my best skill. He probably wouldn't be able to catch up with me.
But... maybe I would meet the same fate as Craig. Maybe I would run too fast and I'd run into a tree like him, and fall to the ground helplessly covered in blood.
No, I'd rather be caught.
I ran around a corner then bent down and hid.
I could still hear the siren. He was getting close.
I held my breath and waited for it to pass away. It was still there! Did he know where I was?
I let go of my breath and stood still for just a few more seconds. No... He's still there!
I risked taking a look around the corner. Quietly I shuffled my legs and turned my head.
"HOLY COW IT'S-" I started yelling, but then someone's hand came over my mouth.
"Shush, kid. You're gonna wake up the whole neighborhood." A voice started speaking.
I was so alarmed that when I looked up at that guy's face I almost didn't recognise him. "O-officer Barbrady?" I managed to say something with his hand over my mouth.
"Yeah, kid. Who'd ya think I was?" He put his other hand on my shoulder. I flinched and stumbled backwards a little bit. "Whoa, kiddo. Stop moving. I gotta put handcuffs on ya."
EH? "Handcuffs? Why?"
I was scared now. I was more scared right now more than I've ever been scared in my life.
Hey, I'm facing a police officer in the middle of the night. He has a really scary face, I can tell you that. Even scarier than Mr. Mackey's.
"Well, uh... That's my job. I gotta lock up people and take 'em to the station where they fill out papers and then they get donuts and then they go to jail and then they do more stuff to ya. You get the point." Officer Barbrady's breath reeked of tuna fish sandwiches and hot sauce. Stinky.
I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to run, because I knew he'd still catch me again. I didn't want to face him and fight, because then I'd get in more trouble. Besides, I'm a not that much of a good fighter anyways. I could also try to talk myself out of this...? Nah. I'm too shy... I don't like talking to strangers; Officer Barbrady wasn't a stranger to me, but he was scary. I don't like scary people.
I guess I'm going to have to deal with this for now. I'll figure something out.
Officer finally let go of my mouth and reached out for my waist. He tugged at it, and I panicked. "AGH! What are you doing?"
He stopped for a minute and looked at me. Well, I didn't know if he looking right at me or not. His sunglasses blocked me from seeing his eyes. "Turn around. I gotta put the handcuffs on your hands on your back." Gosh, he doesn't have the SLGHTEST idea of how to put together a proper sentence.
I stopped for a moment to think about what he said, and he reached out for my waist again. I thought of something quick to say. "Wait, why can't you cuff me with my arms in the front?"
I guess he didn't hear me. He still reached for my waist, then tried to turn me around. I ended up falling on his foot. "Ouch, kid! That hurt!"
"Sorry. You knocked me over." I replied. I wasn't actually sorry; what'd I do wrong?
He pulled me up and I stood upright. "Well, move along now, kid. I got things to do." Officer Barbrady said that as if nothing ever happened.
Retarded cop. Really, really retarded cop.
I watched him as he opened the door to his car, and he went inside and turned on his engine, then drove away. Well, at least he was a better driver than Ms. Crapapple. She was our school bus driver, and drove as if there was no tomorrow. She's deadly. I can't believe everyone's still alive.
His siren was still on, blaring so loud you could hear it on the other side of the world. I guess he forgot to turn it off.
Well. Time to go home, eh?
I walked down the street, whistling as I hauled my backpack along with me.
~*~*~*~ Here I was.
Home.
I walked onto the porch and dug around in my pocket for the keys, making a little jingling noise as I looked for them.
Ah. Found it.
I unlocked the door, and turned the knob.
As soon as I stepped into my house, the sweet smell of coffee filled my mind. Everything about my family smelled like coffee.
It was late. I glanced at my wristwatch and gasped. "11:45PM...? Jesus Christ, it's late." I muttered quietly to myself.
I ran upstairs to my room as fast as I could. Forget the coffee. If I didn't get enough sleep, I wouldn't be able to go to school tomorrow!
I opened the door. "What the...?"
I saw my mom and my dad... and that didn't look like my room...?
Oh wait! It wasn't my room. Whoops.
I closed the door, and I felt my cheeks turn hot.
I went to the other side of the hallway, and that's where my room was. I opened it and smiled at the sight of all my things in my room. It was great to be back here, even though I was gone for only 4 hours.
I took off all my clothes, and changed into my pajamas. I was really tired. I didn't bother with zipping up my sweater or anything. I just wanted to sleep, so I could wake up tomorrow and go to school, like normal.
I shut my eyes and sighed.
Dream time... I always get good dreams about me in a world where everything is made out of candy. It's nice, yet scary at the same time.
~*~*~*
NEXT DAY
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-
7:15 AM
-Click!
"Mmph..." I rolled over in the tangled mess of bed sheets. I had dreamt that I was drowning in an ocean and I was rolling around, waving my arms and legs like crazy as if I was trying to swim in my sleep. There was this one time that I had a sleepover at Craig's house with Clyde and Token. I had been kicking around in my sleep that night, and when I woke up I realized they all had their cameras on and they were recording me. Clyde said it looked like I was getting raped. Such a pervert...
I shook my head, clearing the thoughts. I glanced weakly at my calender, the sun shining off the shiny paper and half-blinded me.
Friday morning. How nice. The weekend is finally here!
I rolled around in bed a little bit more until I fell off. I landed with a loud THUD on the ground. If I hadn't been partly awake while I fell I would've killed myself.
"AGH! WHAT THE HECK!" Screaming, I rubbed my sore head. I accidently hit it on my table next to my bed on the way down. Ouchies. I scream "Agh, what the heck?" everytime I get hurt... Craig and Butters have gotten used to it, and I think they're saying it too.
I was half awake. There was still sleep drowning me out from the real world. I didn't think I actually was awake. I hate that feeling... Got me in trouble once, but I won't go into details.
Opening my eyes, I squinted at the bright light shining through my window. It's this bright? How...? The sun usually didn't rise until 8:00 or something. As soon as my eyes got adjusted to the light, I stood up and went out my door, going down the cold hallway into the bathroom.
I flipped the lights on and hit my arm on the side of the door. The door was so narrow, you could barely fit in there. Whoever built this house probably was as skinny as hell... Turning on the sink, I reached for the cold water knob and turned it until the water rushing out from the sink was as cold as the weather. It even looked like there was small pieces of ice coming from it now. I cupped my hands under it, holding water and threw it all in my face.
My parents forced me to do this every morning. They say it's the only way for me to wake up all the way without killing myself. I'm not sure what they mean by that. Anyways, the water was really cold; that was the purpose, right? Cold water also burns your face afterwards. Cold water is also cold- I bet you didn't know that!
I mumbled to myself as I wiped my face dry with my shirt and walked out the bathroom door back into my room. I walked over to my dirty clothes basket and started digging around in it, trying to find some clothes to wear. I don't do my laundry that much. Underwear gnomes... It'd be easier to explain, unlike everything else.
I reached down at the bottom for a dark red T-shirt and a blue hoodie that I wore probably week ago or something. Hey, it didn't smell THAT bad.
Fumbling through the clothes, I finally dug out a pair of jeans and socks. I had socks with rainbow stars all over it. It was a hand-down from my older cousin who was in the richer parts of Colorado. I envy her greatly...
I took off the pajamas I was sleeping in and put the new outfit on. It was loose and cold. I still smelled like coffee, as always. All the people at school ask if I've been bathing in coffee. I said no to all of them, except for Kevin. I wasn't paying to attention to him when I answered, then he went around and told everyone I bathed in coffee. Embarassing... I don't know what happened to that kid. I guess he got killed or something...
It was about 7:20 right now. I had to get ready for school. I also had to get my sister ready too. My parents adopted her over the summer. She was still little and didn't know how to do stuff by herself. I don't like her all that much. She's got ADHD, and never listens to me. The horrible person she is...
I grabbed my book bag and quickly headed out my door and went over to my sister's room. I knocked on it gently.
No answer.
I quietly reached for the doorknob and turned it slowly. "Christina...? You in there?"
Still no answer.
I opened the door all the way in shock. There was nobody there; the bed sheets were all folded up and everything. It looked like nobody even touched her bed last night.
Well, I guess she must be downstairs.
I went out of her room and down the stairway. The stairs were so steep... When I was younger, I had to climb each step individually. Yeah; whoever built this house was weird- maybe insane, even.
Downstairs, I didn't find anyone- not even mom or dad. Well, I saw them last night. Where could they be? I guess they took Christina to work again with them again. She doesn't go to school on Fridays, because her pre-school isn't open on that day. Lucky.
I went into the kitchen and grabbed a peppermint candy, then placed it in my mouth. I got a cup of water and drank it all down, then got a handful of dry cereal and stuffed that in my mouth. I never had time to sit down and eat. The guys at school always told me I was scrawny for some reason.
I wiped away the crumbs on the mouth and turned to look at the time. 7:35AM... Time for me to go outside and-
HONK!
I heard the screech of the school bus and the sound of children screaming in fear outside.
There was also the faint voice of someone yelling. "DAMMIT TWEEK, COME OUT ALREADY! IT'S COLD! WE'RE LATE!" Ms. Crabapple. I hate her... Such an extreme person.
I grabbed my backpack and ran out the door. The bus was parked uncomfortably close to my house. It wasn't on the road- it was literally about half an inch away from touching my porch. I swear, one day she's gonna crash into my house and kill me. I know deep down inside of her she wants to do that to somebody's house real bad.
I ran outside and slammed the door. I went to the school bus and climbed on. I had barely stepped onto the first step, and then she started speeding off; I almost fell. The school bus almost frontflipped over, and she was driving at about 1,000 miles an hour. She'd have us killed before we would ever get to school, but we always managed to survive. I held on tighly to the rail on the steps and pulled myself inside.
I walked down the aisle of laughing girls and boys drawing on themselves with Sharpie. Finally, I found myself a good spot.
Near the end on the left, there was Craig. Nobody was around him within a 3 yard radius. I guess he was saving a spot for me?
I smiled at him, he smiled back.
Aw. How nice.
I walked closer to him, and saw his face. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face still had blood from yesterday, but he still looked friendly like he ususally is. I guess he hadn't washed it off yet, or maybe he didn't notice. He was looking out the window, staring at my house.
I sat down next to him, feeling uncomfortbble. I set my bookbag noisily on the floor by my feet, trying to get his attention.
Finally, he turned his head and looked at me. "Hi."
"Oh, hi Tweek. Didn't see you there." Craig flipped his hair and waited for me to say something back.
"It's fine... How was the cemetery thing y-yesterday?"
Craig's face lit up as I mentioned the cemetery. "I won! Can ya believe it?"
I stared blankly at him. "But... but you were... Cartman was..."
"Cartman got lost. That means I won." Craig looked at me sternly as if he didn't want me to talk about it anymore. It was his way of saying, this conversation's over.
"Oh. C-congratulations. I'm g-glad for you." I stammered and looked down at my feet. How was I supposed to tell him what had happened? It wasn't going to be easy to explain.
Just then, the school bus hit a fence, then half of a poor guy's house. The back half of the school bus tore off, and everyone screamed in horror.
Ms. Crabapple probably didn't notice half the vehicle was gone. She kept driving like she normally does. I guess she's been playing Grand Theft Auto a little bit TOO much.
Then, she screeched to another halt and screamed out the door. We were at the bus stop where Kyle, Stan, Butters, Kenny, and Cartman would stand and wait. I looked out the window and saw that Kyle and Stan were laughing as if they'd just seen the funniest thing on earth. Butters and Kenny looked like they were normal. Butters was cheerfully singing to himself while Kenny was staring at everything with emotionless eyes, carrying a bookbag full of porn magazines.
They all climbed on the bus. Kenny and Butters walked down the aisle near us, looking for a spot. I was about to ask Craig if Butters could sit with us until he shoved me off the seat.
"Agh! W-what'd you do that for?" I yelled at him as I fell to the ground, landing on my right arm. Ouch.
I looked at him, waiting for an answer as Kenny sat down by Craig's side. Craig just looked away and flipped me off; then started talking to Kenny.
I could hear them talking. "How was it yesterday?"
"I won! Can ya believe it?"
They both laughed and ignored me, hurt on the floor of the bus.
So this is how my best buddy treats me? My best friend! How could he? He'd never do this to me, ever! Unless...
There was something wrong...? No, something had happened; and I wasn't there to see it.
Just then the bus jerked and took off again at breakneck speed. I fell backwards on my back and clutched my bookbag. I saw Stan and Kyle a few seats in front of me and they had fallen on top of each other on accident. They were laughing. Why couldn't I be happy like they were?
They were best friends. I guess I just lost my best friend, or maybe he's having a bad day. I hope he's just having a bad day and that he'll get over it sooner or later.
I tried to stand up again to sit on the seats behind Craig and try to talk to him, until I slipped on a stray piece of some dude's jelly sandwich from about a month ago, and fell back down again.
Crashing back down, I groaned in pain. I had landed on top of my bookbag, which carried that knife that I'd tried to give Kenny yesterday, and Cartman didn't want to give it to him so I still kept it. It was a good thing I had landed on the dull side of the knife, otherwise I wouldn't have been... nevermind.
I rolled on my back near the broken end of the bus. I was almost falling off. "No!"
The bus rolled over a bump, and the bus jerked up and back down. I lost my grip and fell on the road. I fell off the bus.
Can you believe it! First I lost my best friend, and now I lost my trip to school on the bus!
I saw the bus speed away without me. Nobody had noticed I fell off. Nobody had noticed I was in pain. Nobody noticed ME.
I wanted to stay on the ground and cry right there. I was hurt. Really hurt- both emotionally and physically.
Laying on my side, I cringed and hugged my right knee, which was scratched and was bleeding from the fall. I hate falling on my knees. Hurts, badly. I already had about 5 bandages on my left knee. Now I need bandages on the other. Great, wasn't it?
I felt my cheeks turn hot in anger and sadness. Don't feel so bad, Tweek. Things will get better soon. I heard a voice in my head say.
Yeah, I guess things will clear up eventually.
But for now, I think looking at things the bad way would help me more. I'm not sure how, but it was easier to thing about bad things at this moment rather than good things. Think about it. You'd be more cormfortable lying on the cold road thinking about getting run over, rather than think you'd just win a surprise trip to Disneyland. Oh yeah, that's bound to happen.
I stopped moaning and tried to get up. I stood up, finally and tried to walk. Limping, I walked over to my bookbag that was dropped after I had fallen, so it was a few yards away from where I had landed.
I grabbed it on slung it on my back. Great. How am I going to get to school now?
I looked around for any signs of the bus. Nope. It was probably long gone by now. I doubt it would come back for me, so might as well give up hopes of the bus coming back. Maybe a car would come by and volunteer to bring me to school? Nah. Nobody would want to help someone like me. I look ghetto; with my ripped clothes and blood stains.
I should forget the idea of running. I was in no shape to run. Maybe I could just walk?
I guess I could walk, but school was really far away. It would take me about 2 hours until I'd finally get there. Besides, I'd be late.
I looked around again. A broken bike was lying on the side of the road. I guess it got rolled over by the bus. I walked over to it.
It was broken in half. Nope. No use in trying to ride a bike to school. I could never ride one; I woudl always wobble here and there.
There was only one more way I could get to school. To the left of me was a forest, and it led to school if I walked straight through it. There was a path that led into it. I could try going through there.
It was sort of a... shortcut. I discovered it when the guys and I at school snuck out and we had to find a shortcut. I was one of the few who were followers, and didn't do anything but walk down the path.
Nobody really finds use for me anymore. I always screw things up whenever I try to help. It's like I'm more trouble trying to help than being help; that's what Christopher told me once. I hate that kid- he whacked Kenny with his shovel once. Knocked him out for about 5 whole days!
I was determined to get to school on time, because if I didn't, my parents would kill me. I'd be in big trouble. I walked over to the entrance of the forest. It'd take me only about 5 minutes to get there, and I'd still have time to spare. Who knows, maybe I'd get there before the bus did.
I stepped into the quiet forest, the dirt path guiding my way. I felt like I was in a movie... What was it called, Alice in Wonderland? I loved that story when I was younger- when I was in 2nd grade I had dressed up as Alice one year for Halloween. It was an unusual costume, but I loved it. I think I still have it at home... Maybe I could wear a new costume like that next year or something. The guys at school forced me to wear girl's clothes at this one party during 5th grade. They wanted to see who would look the best in girl's clothes- with the pink glitter and purfume and everything. When we were all done, I was one of the last standing, alone with Butters and Kyle. Obviously, Cartman was eliminated first. All the boys were looking at Kyle, then me; they tried not to stare at Butters. I knew they wanted to buttfuck Butters as much as I did, but we still had to face the fact that he WASN'T a girl. Good times... I had to wear the clothes the rest of the day, since the guys liked it so much. I still remember what I wore- a black french maid's dress with a short skirt, then a pink shirt with a purple striped jacket and rainbow hair clips in my blond hair.
Halloween had already passed this year. I didn't celebrate it this year because I had to be locked up in my room, grounded because I forgot to do my math homework that week.
I pretended to be Alice in Wonderland, walking around trying to get to the Magical Kingdom. I used to imagine I was a fairy tale character, and I drew doodles of them in my notes during class.
Alice, walking in the mysterious forest. I have no idea where to go, but the only ways to go is back where I came, or straight foreward. Not left, not right.
I took deep breaths as I walked, trying not to panic as a rat or a spider would pop out here and there. Mysterious creatures in the forest... They are calling my name. Tweek, you're stepping on us! Give us mercy! I shook my head. I hallucinate too much; need to lay off the strong coffee.
Haha. I laughed at the thought, although I feel sorry for those little bugs which I had stepped on.
I kept walking until I had tripped on an awfully large tree root jutting in the ground out of nowhere. I keep falling! "Agh...!" I fell forewards and landed on my stomach; face down.
My face almost touched a poison ivy leap hiding in a crack in the ground. I blew it away from me, and it turned out to be just a maple leaf. I sighed in relief.
Just then, I felt a stinging pain flooding my chest. I had landed on something I probably shouldn't have.
I started to panic. What was it? Was I going to die? What is it?
I tried to calm down, but it was no use. I jumped up and started screaming, swatting at whatever was on my chest. Everytime I hit it, it hurt even more, so I stopped.
The pain because so unbearable, I stopped in my tracks. I felt like falling down again. Instead, I leaned against a tree trunk and shut my eyes, feeling my chest gently with my fingers, touching the warm blood that was trickling down the side of my body. Whatever I had fallen on must've pierced through my chest. It was something sharp...
Just then, it all clicked together. Maybe it was the knife that belonged to Kenny! No... No... Please don't let it be the knife- anything but the knife!
I shut my eyes even harder, trying to keep the tears of fear from trickling down my cold cheek. I was shaking with my heart beating so hard it felt like it wanted to just jump out of my throat. My numb hands felt around my chest again, trying to find the thing that was jabbed in my chest, making blood drip down my shirt and staining it with blood- lots of it. "Agh... It hurts..."
I found it stuck right in the middle of my chest, below my throat. It didn't kill me yet, so I guess it didn't hit any vital organs. I gripped my fingers around it, trying to pull it out, but my arm felt like it was stuck. I couldn't move. Great... I was so afraid I was paralyzed- numb; I couldn't move.
Please... Tweek. Move- wake up. Get out of here, and get to school like you normally do. I felt dizzy as I gripped onto the shard lodged in my chest, blood covering my fingers and seeping into my gloves. Come on... You can do this. That little voice inside my head chimed agian.
I felt a burst of energy go through me. I felt like someone was pulling the shard out from my chest for me. My fingers slipped off the wet, sharp piece that was once stuck in my chest. It was bloody, I could smell it. My blood even smelled like coffee!
I moaned in pain. It was out, but it felt less painful with it lodged in my chest. Drops of blood landed around my mouth; it tasted like coffee with a metallic tone. Now that it was out, I worried I could get an infection... or maybe a disease?
I opened my eyes. The shard lay in my palm, covered in blood. It was just a stick. A stick!
Not a knife, a stick! Fallen from the treetops. Oh, Tweek, you are hopeless.
I threw the worthless twig behind me in digust. Alice has been stabbed by a freaking stick.
I felt like I was sick. I wasn't sick, but I felt like I've been ill for ages, but I had to move on. I'm going to be late for school. Alice will be late, just like her rabbit friend. She needs to hurry, or trouble will find her.
I walked on through the dark path of the forest, ignoring the trail of red that dripped behind me. I covered the wound with my hand, but it wasn't helping. I was losing blood; lots of blood. If I didn't stop the bleeding, I would eventually die from blood loss.
I took off my jacket, and covered my wound with it. I've been heartbroken, literally.
I kept walking, but then I had to stop again. Something wasn't right.
I looked behind me. The trail of blood was gone! All there was left was slobber, probably from some animal that passed by.
Wait... maybe there was a wild animal out here! I could get bitten, then I would get rabies!
That'd be bad!
"Ack!" I felt something hit my back, like a boulder being flung at me. I fell foreward, but I didn't hit the ground. I brought up my arms and sheilded my face, leaning on a nearby tree trunk.
I felt dizzy. One of my arms reached behind me, feeling my back. There were... scratches? Yeah, scratches. Deep, bloody gashes.
Something had scratched me. Maybe it was a tree branch or something.
No... Part of my shirt had been ripped off. Something had grabbed my shirt and scratched me.
A large animal, perhaps?
Oh no...
I started to panic again. When was I ever going to learn not to panic? Everytime I panic, there's always trouble. Trouble is bad, just like crooks and theives.
Alice is being helplessly attacked by theives and who knows what... What will she do now?
I felt numb. My legs wobbled as I tried to turn and run out the forest so I could get to school. I ran a few feet before something caught onto my foot. Somthing grabbed me, like a hand. I fell to the ground again. "Agh..."
Then, I blanked out.
~*~*~*~ I blinked several times. Where was I? It still looked like I was in the forest, but in a different part of it. It was brighter here, with no fallen leaves or anything like that.
I was being carried by something... or someone. Whoever it was was grabbing me really tightly, and grabbing in a way where I'd rather die than be carried this way. It was touching my...
Nevermind.
Every step that it took, it shook me; hard. I spat out blood a few times. It dribbled down the side of my mouth and down my neck, either dripping down to the ground or seeping into my shirt.
My hoodie was gone. I guess I had dropped it and it was left behind.
I panicked again. Oh no.
"Where... Where am I?" I spoke with my voice so full of fear, you'd be able to sense it if you were on the other side of the world.
The creature who was carrying me growled, then oinked, then burped.
Talk about nasty...
I opened my eyes for real this time, and observed where I was. We were going to the top of a high hill. Whoever carrying me was really weird looking. The footsteps of a man, but his arms that were around me were pink-ish looking with the long sharp claws of a bear.
Weird.
Then I realized. This was no oridinary creature.
This was...
"MANBEARPIG!" Al Gore seemed to jump out of nowhere, as if on cue. I saw him, and he was carrying 2 samurai swords. The heck?
"Al Gore? I-i thought you d-died already...?" I stammered. Things were getting way too weird.
"No! I'm here protecting innocent citezens like you from the demonish ManBearPig!" Al Gore said that as if he was speaking to the whole entire world.
Manbearpig seemed to be ignoring him, and was happily hauling me away to God knows where.
Al Gore starting swinging the swords around like a madman, and charged towards me and ManBearPig.
He swung once and missed, then swung again and hit himself. "Ouch! That was not good!"
He tried running, but fell over; the swords in his hands turned loose and flew into the air- in my direction.
One of the swords flew straight into ManBearPig's back, and he reared back and dropped me. ManBearPig ran off into the forest.
Al Gore apparently was knocked out cold from falling so hard. The other sword was still in the air, aiming to hit me.
My eyes grew wide, then clamped shut. I was afraid to see what would happen.
My arms were covering my head, and I was standing up. I didn't feel like getting hit by a sword while on the ground. I was afraid I wouldn't get back up.
Long seconds passed by, and then it happened. "Agh..." I winced in pain.
It slashed me in one swift stroke, then fell to the ground, hitting my leg that was in the way. The sword had hit the left side of my arm, and my stomach. My right knee had blood dripping from it; all my wounds were bloody and red. I still had the strength to stand.
Alice. She would've died, wouldn't she?
I could stand, which means I could live. I felt like falling to the ground again, but if I did, then it would be all over.
I glanced at my wristwatch. "No, it's 8:01AM!" I turned around to look at the path in the forest that led to school. "I'm late!"
I tried to run, but I stumbled and nearly fell again. I slowed down to a fast walk. The searing pain in my skinny legs making me jump in pain. I held my left arm with my other hand, trying to cover up the wounds as well as I could, but it didn't work. A huge, deep gash still bled on my arm. My heart was thumping so hard, I would've thought it'd explode. My skin had been torn in so many places... The blood dripping from me hadn't killed me yet. I was losing so much blood, I doubt I would survive without immediate help.
This was what pioneers did when they were on the way to California back then, right? Some wanted to go alone, with no help... They wanted to get somewhere, but they had obstacles in the way. They had to face them, getting hurt and facing whatever came their way. Just like...
"Me."
I stumbled to my left and then to the right. I kept up the unsteady pattern until I was at the bottom of the hill, and back where I was when the stick was pierced in my chest.
I had to find my bookbag... Where was it?
I looked around frantically, looking here and there. No. It's gone...
Just then, I found something hanging in a tree branch.
Nope, that's not it. Just the other part of my shirt. I guess it was..-
WAIT A MINUTE. MY SHIRT?
I glanced at the branch again- the branch that scratched my back and tore my shirt. It wasn't a creature after all. I sighed. Who knew?
I picked the piece of cloth down from the tree, and behind it was my bookbag; hiding from me. Did I really lose that much of my shirt?
No matter. I have my bookbag, and I want to get back to school. I was still hurt, with the dark trail of blood following me. What if ManBearPig came back?
I can't risk that.
I ran as fast as I could through the forest and I finally came out of it, facing the school's playground.
So that's why a bunch of weird stuff has been coming to our playground.
I looked up at the sky, and it was dark grey.
Huh. I remembered that this morning it was bright. Oh well. Crazy weather, huh?
I went around the side of the school playground to where the front door was. I walked up to it and pulled at the knob.
"No, it's locked!" That meant I was late.
My head hurt, and I felt like I was going insane. I could hear my heart beating. Thump... thump... thump...
The last thing that I'd ever do in school ever was to be late. I was never late! Ever!
I looked around for another way to get into the school. Into a window?
I thought about it for a while. Yeah, I guess I could. But where?
This was crazy. Really crazy, but I've done crazier things.
Thinking about how to break into the school, I walked around the side of the building, peeking around for open windows without the locks on them, or if they were already open.
Finally, I found one.
I looked inside, to check if there was anyone was in there.
Nope! Nobody! And the window was fully open too!
What luck.
I had barely put my leg through the window when I stopped.
Wait... What if I get caught? I'd get in more trouble than I'm in now!
I shook my head. "No matter. I'll find an excuse."
I climbed in and looked around. This was my class. Mr. Garrison's class. There was supposed to be a substitute teacher today; I wonder who she is.
I looked around the classroom, making absolutely sure there was nobody in the classroom.
Mr. Garrison's desk had an one of the shelves open, and a dildo was lying on the floor. Typical.
There was also a black cap on the camera in the top corner of the room. It looked like Stan's gothic hat. He never, ever, ever wore it anymore. It doesn't look good on him. Kyle said he looked badass. I disagree greatly.
There were also referral papers lying by the door. Someone was in here.
Somebody... Somebody was in here!
I held my breath and ducked down. Whaf if they can see me, but I can't see them?
I have to sneak out of the classroom, and create a distraction. No, better. I'll evacuate everyone out of the building, so I can get into the office and get my named cleared off the tardy list.
That's a good idea. Then I could be back to normal, and go back to class like none of this ever happened. But how? I wanted this to be a normal day.
Well, I wasn't looking like I was normal. I looked like I was beat up in a ninja fight or something. Deep wounds, ripped clothes, blood everywhere, and messy hair. You'd think I'd be one of those teenagers going around murdering people just for the fun of it.
No no no no no. If you REALLY knew me, I'd be the complete opposite.
Okay, back to getting everyone to evacuate the building. How the heck am I supposed to do that?
Maybe I could pull a prank. No... I'm too shy.
Come on Tweek, you can do this. Don't be shy. Shyness never gets you anywhere. Token once told me that, and he's one of the bravest people I know.
I took a deep breath and stood up. I don't care if anyone sees me; I'm going.
I stood near the door, looking out into the hallway. There was nobody that I could see.
Then, I saw it.
YES. Jackpot.
The fire alarm. I could pull it, then everyone floods into the halls like old women at a clearance store and goes outside escaping from the "fire".
Such idiots. They'll seriously fall for this.
I chuckled. This was the best plan ever! I'm so smart.
I ran out the door as quietly as I could and stood near the fire alarm.
I was about to pull it when I heard a voice. "Well, hello there, children!"
It was Chef. He always said 'children' whenver he greeted any of the students here, even if theres only one person. "Oh! Tweek, what the fudge are you doing?" He ran in my direction, trying to stop me from pulling the fire alarm, but he was too slow. I pulled it; then faster than you could ever imagine, there were people flooding into the hallways and running like madmen. I ran into the guys' bathroom and hid there from Chef and the all the other kids in the school.
I muttered to myself. "So... After they all empty out, I can go into the office and clear myself from the absent list. Easy." I gave a crooked smile, then realized something.
This wasn't me. This wasn't me, at all. Here I was, hiding in the boys' bathroom like I just murdered someone and stole all their life's savings, then I was planning to do something else big.
It's like I was in drug rehab and I came clean, but I don't do drugs. No sir, drugs are bad.
It felt like it took forever, but everyone finally cleared out of the school. I stepped out into the hall, and the lights were off.
I guess the teachers turned off the lights so the firefighters coming could find the fire easier, but there was no fire.
I ran to the office, squinting so I could see where I was going. I can see pretty well in the dark, unlike other people; but I hate the dark. Hate it... hate it...
In the office, I smelled the mixed scent of toothpaste and soap, along with purfume- the distinct smell of the vicious office teachers.
Ha, Craig exaggerated to me about those teachers in the office. He told me that they were vicious cannibals in disguise and that they're planning to take over the world. Scared the pants off of me... He's great at making stories.
I walked behind the information desk and past the filing cabients to where the absent list binders were.
I pulled out the binder that said "6th grade" and flipped it open to my name.
It said I was absent today. I waved my hand over a desk, trying to find a pen or a pencil laying somewhere so I could mark my name.
I finally found one. A blue ink pen with a flower on the top and zebra duct tape covering it. The teachers just have the WORST sense of decoration; ever. I crossed out the tardy stamp on the page, but then some blood from my arm drbbled onto it.
Yikes. That's not good. I'll have to blame it on someone else.
I put down the blue pen and pointed my index finger, and gently touched some blood dripping from the edge of my mouth, and wrote with the blood on the page. I wrote : Pip was HERE
I closed the binder and stuffed it back o nthe shelf where I had found it. "Who's late now?" I giggled madly with a crooked smile and walked away from the desk.
Just then, I smelled something.
The sweet smell of coffee.
Oh my God. It's the kind of coffee where it's... Oh my God.
I sniffed the air several times like a dog and followed the scent, and it lead me into the teachers lounge; the room next door to the office.
Inside the teacher's lounge, there was a large couch with pillows and a towel. There was also a few tables with leftover soda cans and papers. There was even a TV, and a PS3 by the couch.
But the most precious thing of all... was the coffee maker.
It was the newest type of coffee maker, with a setting on it where you make coffee that's can be a specific temperature...
Have I ever said that coffee is my number one unnatural obsession? Coffee to me is like, a drug. Addiction. Can't get enough.
I reached for the coffee maker and turned it on. I hadn't had any coffee this morning, just water.
Then, I heard the sound of people talking and murmering.
Darn, they were back! Already? It's only been...
I glanced at my wristwatch. 8:25 AM. Holy cow, it's been about 15 minutes. That was fast.
I had to get out, or else they'd see me.
But... the coffee...! I can't leave it here!
I grabbed the coffee maker and unplugged it, so I could take it with me.
Look at me now- I'm a 6th grader in a little school where there's insane people and I'm jacking a coffee machine.
A normal person in a normal place. If you're not someone like me, you're not normal.
As soon as I unplugged it, the lights in the building turned back on, and I was blinded. I heard footsteps come closer and closer.
The teachers!
I had to get out the window. That was the only way out without getting seen.
I tried navigating through the messy lounge to get to the window, being blinded by the bright lights. I bumped into things on the floor, like old newspapers and cookie boxes. When I thought I had been near what I had thought was the window, I decided to jump; so I stepped back, and jumped.
Bad idea.
It wasn't the window! No, not even CLOSE to being a window!
Ya guess what it was?
It was a cardboard box filled with pins.
Not clothes pins, but PINS!- NEEDLES- Sharp, skinny sticks!
They were all over me now. Jabbing me in every direction. My skin was pierced with thousands of little needles inside of me. Some of them are in more worse places but, let's not talk about that.
The coffee inside the coffee maker had been done by the time I jumped in the box of needles, so it spilled all over my face, burning me and trickling down my neck, staining my clothes and giving my blood at more coffee-like scent.
The teachers probably wouldn't be able to see me, but I'm pretty sure they heard me and could probably smell me.
Well, I can see again now. The coffee helped me see again for some reason.
When I realized where the window was, I wanted to kill myself.
It was on the other side of the room. I had gone the wrong way; right into the box of needles.
Lovely.
I ran as fast as I could and clutched my bookbag with me, along with the coffee maker and jumped into the air, aiming for the window.
HOLY FREAK!
The window wasn't open... The window wasn't open!
I closed my eyes and clutched everything tightly, and braced for impact.
SMASH! I crashed through the window, shards of glass flying everywhere. The glass had knocked some of the pins off me, but the glass made new scars on my skin. I was bleeding all over. So much blood... and to think, girls find blood being ATTRACTIVE of some sick way. Vampires, they say. They'd think that being bitten by a vampire would be their dying wish, and that they think it's a sexy thought. What's wrong with girls these days... There's a reason why I don't like them.
I was breathing heavily, biting down on my tounge so I wouldn't scream out in pain. I made it outside, but I made a freakin' huge mess on the way out. I limped on my only good foot, clutching the coffee maker and my bookbag and dragged myself around the corner, and I set it all down.
I was safe. I was out- for now.
I wasn't late anymore. I was worse.
I'm a horrible person!
Sooner or later the teachers will find out where I am. I have to hide, then find a way to return to the classroom.
I don't think that I'd be able to do that. It's a one in a million chance that I'll be able to get back into the classroom like I normally do today.
I sighed and shut my eyes. What will I do now?
I looked around the corner, and I saw some kids still outside, trying to return back into the building. Someone probably fell in the crowd.
I was tired. I was numb and hurt. My body ached with bloody scars, cuts, and holes. My face was in the worst condition. My hair still had shards of glass, and my face was partly burnt with needles sticking in every direction imaginable on my face.
I should probably pluck them all off. This was going to be painful.
The needles were really easy to take care of. I pulled them out, a few at a time in a little group. They didn't hurt all that much.
Now the glass... Holy cow. The glass was painful.
The first shard that I pulled out made me yelp a little bit. I hope nobody heard me.
No... To pull all of the shards out, I have to move somewhere where nobody can hear me, yet not see me at the same time.
Well, there was little little spot on the side of the building where the goth kids used to hang out before they moved to a different spot. Nobody could hear them there, or see them. We didn't know where they were until they had told us, and they always have blaring music on.
I decided to move there, for now. I'd be able to hide and pull all the shards out.
I grabbed the coffee maker and stuffed it into a part of my bookbag. It held, so I could carry the coffee and my books all in the same bag.
Hooray.
I quietly moved my feet, careful not to step on anything that'd make me fall. I almost turned the corner when I heard someone.
"Sweet Jesus..." I heard a familiar voice.
I stepped back in fear and grabbed my bookbag, digging around for that knife Kenny gave me. Whoever was around the corner COULD hurt me, and I didn't want to risk it.
I held the knife in my hand firmly and crept quietly back around the corner. I needed to get the glass shards out and return to class as soon as possible, and whoever was around the corner was an obstacle for me.
I jumped out, ninja style and swung the knife once, then the voices yelled.
"We are in really deep shit right now, Kenny."
"Yeah." I heard the another voice say. "Some seriously fucked up shit."
I blinked a few times then loosened my grip on the knife. They were...
"Craig and Kenny?" I said their names quietly.
I stepped closer to them and I saw them nod their heads in unison. "Yeah..." They were clutching each other as if they were about to die, and they didn't want to let go.
Then I saw Kenny pry Craig's arms from his shoulder and lunge at me. He grabbed me and slammed me against the brick wall. Pain seared through me; I yelled. "How do you know our names?" Kenny spat at me, demanding an answer.
I couldn't breathe. He was near to choking me.
I saw Craig behind Kenny, pulled at his hood. "Dude, calm down. It's just Tweek."
Kenny's face changed almost immediately, and he let go of me and stepped back in surprise. He held up his hands, trying to say he didn't do anything. "Whoa. Sorry." I breathed out in an unsteady manner, taking in large amounts of air and whining.
I cringed and started to sink onto my knees. The pain... It was unbearable. I don't want to go through this. End it now! Craig ran over to my side and tried to hold me up. "Tweek! Don't fall!"
But it was too late. I had fallen on my side, a large shard of glass piercing through my ribs and going through my flesh and hit something inside of me. I spat out blood, and everything went black.
"No..." I could still hear Craig. "Tweek, get up; please." He shook me, but I couldn't feel him. I was numb.
I heard Kenny kick the dirt and cough uncomfortably. Craig was still at my side, putting his hand on my face, stroking my hair. "Don't shut your eyes. Please..." His voice was breaking down. "Don't close your eyes."
My eyes were twitching and weak. I did as he asked. I didn't shut my eyes, enough though there was dust blowing into my eyes from the wind. I didn't care. I couldn't see, and I couldn't move all that much now.
Lying helplessly on the ground, I managed to move my hand a little. I reached for Craig's shoulder, and pulled one of the tassles on his hat towards me. I opened my mouth as if to speak, but words didn't come out.
Craig was silent. He was waiting for me to speak. "Come on Tweek, say something. Say whatever you need to say." He continued stroking my hair, knocking away the needles that were still tangled in my blond hair.
I wanted to do this for Craig. Using the last of my energy, I spoke. "Go... find Cartman."
I heard Craig stammering in surprise. "What do I have anything to do with that son of a bitch?" He said that with his voice full of hate, the kind of tone he has that I don't like.
I was disappointed. Those were going to be my famous last words, and now Craig was complaining about what I had said. I wasn't going to listen anymore.
I wasn't going to live anymore. I slowly shut my eyes, and gave out my last breath.
I don't think Kenny had noticed anything. He was just standing there, watching.
The last essence of me faded away. I was gone.
~*~*~*~ CHANGE OF POV: CRAIG
I can't believe it. My best friend... He's... "He's gone..." I spoke with a rasp in my voice.
I hugged Tweek, not caring if the glass shards sticking out of him cut me. I didn't care. He was my best friend, and now he was gone. Why? What had happened? I want to find out what had happened.
I turned back around and looked at Kenny. He was texting on his phone. Son of a whore...
I let go of Tweek and set him on the ground. I stood up with fists, and ran over to Kenny. I was angry, yet sad at the same time. It's that kind of feeling you get when you lose something you love; you're sad that it's gone, and you're angry because it's lost. You can't get it back.
Well, I ran over to Kenny with tears in my eyes. "Why didn't you do anything!" I grabbed his shoulders and rammed Kenny into the wall, like he had done with Tweek. "Why? He was here, hurt and you didn't even care to help him!" I paused to take a deep breath. "You never do anything to help! Why am I even friends with you?" I shoved him one last time, and he fell to the ground.
I heard him yelp, and he grabbed his arm, which was now scratched pretty badly. I didn't care. He hurt my friend, so I have to hurt him back.
I ran over to Tweek, and kneeled by his side, I picked him up and ran away. I didn't know what to do, but deep inside of me there was only one word that echoed in my mind.
Run.
And, that's the end of chapter 2! Horrible, isn't it? No, please leave behind a review of what you think. I won't write another chapter until I get another review. So you, yes you, you could leave behind a reveiw, and that one review could be the encouragement for me writing another chapter. I bet you guys are just DIEING to find out what's gonna happen next.
Oh, and no, this will not be a yaoi story. So all you fangirls that came here for gay buttsecks, all your hopes in finding yaoi in this are CRUSHED.
Yaayyy... I doubt there's any guys reading this kind of stuff. If you are a guy, please tell me. I feel like I'm the only dude here writing these types of South Park fanfics.
Oh, and please note that in the story I used some stories from South Park in some of the episodes, but some of them I had made up. If you were a real South Park fan like me, you'd be able to figure out of of them.
And yes, Tweek is dead but there's still hopes for him to be recovered. I don't assure you that he'll come back to life or if he's gonna die forever. We'll just have to wait for the next chapter to come out.
