"-and that's w-when I knew it was time t-to go to the ER!" I enthusiastically finish explaining. The crowd of three students around me start cackling. I can't fight the big shit eating grin on my face. I've always hated school yet here I am telling stories and making people laugh.
It felt good. Really good. The bell rings and everyone waves goodbye as we split up to go home. I cross campus until I reach the parking lot and Token's porsche. I'm the first one to arrive so I lean back against the vehicle as I think.
I feel the effects from this morning wearing off and while a part of me wants to take more I know I need to pace myself. It's my dirty little secret. One that would make my friends and family furious at me but a secret I can't help indulge in. I snapped out of my thoughts by a hand gripping my shoulder.
A familiar body presses against my back and with a smile I lean back into it. "How was your last class?" As Craig speaks he squeezes my shoulder.
I turn so I can see his face and I smile shyly. "It went r-really good! I was t-telling a few p-people about the time I b-broke my arm when we were k-kids. Everyone laughed r-really hard. It w-was nice."
Craig smiles gently and he has the same look in his eyes he gets before he kisses me. Considering the parking lot has begun to get crowded he withholds.
"Well I'm glad class went well. Meanwhile I got in trouble because my essay about radioactive monsters was immature." Craig scoffs and rolls his eyes. "My essay was sooo serious. Like how dare she insult my masterpiece." I giggle and shrug.
"She just d-doesn't understand y-you're artistic value."
"You're right. So right." Craig looks like he's about to keep talking but stops when he gets interrupted by a squealing mass of brown hair.
"Creek!" Clyde loudly calls. He barrels between the two of us and drapes an arm over both mine and Craig's shoulders.
"What the fuck does Creek mean?" Craig deadpans.
"It's your couple name, duh. Craig plus Tweek equals Creek. I think it's super adorbes."
"Did you really give them a couple name? What are we? Part of Teen Girls magazine?" Token asks as he walks up. He presses the button on his key fob to unlock his car.
"What noooo, well maybe. Teen Girls magazine actually has some quality material. And like hot girls." Clyde tries to defend. We all climb into the car. With Clyde up front and me and Craig in the back.
"Whatever you say Clyde. We all know you just read the love quizzes and zodiac shit." Craig points out. Clyde let's out this high pitched whine and blubbers about it being blasphemy. Or whatever.
"What do you guys want to do today?" Token asks.
"W-Well I have to w-work in an hour." I sheepishly pipe up. Craig gives me a questioning look.
"But I dont work?"
"N-No, its Bebe's first day so-so I'm working with h-her."
"You're working with my love bug?" Clyde asks overly loud. "Tell her I say hello!"
"Alright I'll drop you off first Tweek." Token says. He takes a left turn and starts heading towards my house. It's only a matter of moments before we make it to my house.
I hug my boyfriend and say goodbye to others then I'm darting outside and in my house. The first thing I do is make it to the kitchen and power up our espresso machine. Usually I just have drip coffee but today I was craving something fancier.
My mom is in the kitchen baking pastries for the shop while dad works. She rattles on about the weather and the sweet embrace of coffee so I tune her out and focus on the task at hand.
After the machine is powered on and warming up I pull out my phone to text Kenny.
Tweek: Hey, I need a reup. On both stuff. I'm home till 4, can u come by?
By the time I finish making the coffee I already have a reply.
Kenny: omw
I smile to myself and make my way upstairs. I change into a white long sleeve. My hair happened to be extra annoying today so I grab a couple hair clips and awkwardly pin my hair back. I have a feeling Bebe is going to fix it when I get to work but that's alright.
I turn on music and browse social media until I hear my front door slamming and footsteps running up the stairs. Kenny enters my room with his backpack and headphones in. Hes mouthing along to whatever he's listening to but he turns it off once he enters the room.
"Wassuuuup!" He crows.
"N-Not much."
"So you need more molly and weed, huh?" I nod with a sheepish smile. "It's been helping when you microdose before school?"
"Oh y-yeah. I've had the b-best days of school these last c-couple of days. It helps m-more than my m-medication. And I don't t-think anyone is suspicious."
"Good, I'm glad Tweekers. I'll throw you ten for 80. Then 70 for the ounce of reefer. So 150 total. Sound ok?"
"Y-Yeah, that's fine. I'll bring m-money to school tomorrow."
"Sounds good. I gotta get going and meet up with someone. But have a good day at work, okay man?" I nod and we do the little hand slap fist bump thing all guys do.
Kenny leaves the room and I grimace realizing I have the edge of a bad head ache coming on. This happened yesterday too around this time. I grimace but shrug it off and start chugging some coffee.
Fifteen minutes later I'm lying in a dark room with my arm covering my eyes. My head ache has turned into a full blown migraine and I'm in the worst mood ever. Work is in twenty minutes too which didn't make things any better. From downstairs I hear my mom call my name. I ignore her which leads to her screaming my name in the most banshee fucking manner ever.
"God d-"God d-damnit Mom, I'm FUCKING C-COMING." I didn't mean to scream at her. But currently this headache has me wanting to like die - or something. Just like usual my mother was being overbearing and not all there. Sometimes I really wish she'd just get out of my life. With my bad mood I don't even care how bad it sounds.
I cross my room in three steps and then I'm bounding down the stairs. My mom is in the kitchen wearing an apron. The counters around her I covered in various baked goods she's been making today.
"Tweek, honey. I need you to take all these treats with you to the shop," she gestures widely at everything.
"Mom- I t-thought you were d-driving me to w-work!"
"Oh!" She gasps. "Am I? I must have forgotten. Silly me. Well you finish getting ready and I'll get these in the car."
I groan, turn around, and head back upstairs. That entire interaction was a total waste of my time. Upstairs I grab some pot and pop half a pill to help my headache. I've been taking only half pills so that they'll last longer.
Kenny told me I should slow down but I'm fine. I'm doing better than fine for once.
In my room I last minute decide to change my shirt out for a light green long sleeved shirt. I wore it the other day and Craig complimented it so now I want to wear it again. I'm not working with Craig today but I'm hoping to see him after work.
Once I'm finished I go back downstairs, recruit my mother and head to work. I have my school backpack with me that's carrying some good 'ol weed and a new pipe Clyde gave me. I named it Mr. Frogger because it reminds me of a frog. It's dark green with a light green stripe running down the back.
When we arrive at the shop Mom helps me carry in the treats. Dad starts rambling about service being graced by coffee lovers. Something he says makes me realize I have english homework. It's only the second week of school and I'm being dumped homework nearly every day. So far fuck senior year. My grades are already on a bad start which I contribute to my new skipping problem. I mean who would want to sit through class when you could go hang out with Kenny and smoke a blunt?
"Tweek?" My name comes from my dad who's staring at me. I was zoning out so I must have missed what he said.
"Y-Yeah?"
"Now that all the baked goods are in the counter your mom and I are going to migrate home where we can be embraced by the savory smell of coffee beans." I roll my eyes at my dad but nod.
"It's okay, B-Bebe should be here s-soon." Bebe does start today after all. Now instead of working alone when I'm not working with Craig I'm working with the blonde.
"Alright, goodbye son."
With that my parents leave the empty shop.
First thing I do is plug in my phone to the sound system and start up some chill music. Next thing I do is start making myself a coffee. I decide I want a coconut flavored coffee. It's as I'm steaming my milk that Bebe walks in.
The blonde is dressed in a red long sleeve shirt with a deep v-cut and skinny jeans. Her bouncy curls manage to look runway ready as usual. In a passing thought I realize we'll probably get more customers in here with Bebe. She does attract people like a moth to a light.
"Tweek, dearie! How are you love?" Bebe crosses the room and gives me a one armed hug.
"I'm g-good. I was about to s-smoke a bowl. You down?" It's true I am starting to feel better. My headache is still there but it's no longer a migraine and more of a dull buzz.
"Of course! I haven't smoked at all today and I've had the longest day." Bebe goes off about her day and I listen attentively as I finish making my coffee. Bebe is still ranting as we enter the break room. She continues to talk as she puts on her apron and name tag. Finally she takes a seat opposite of me as she finishes her story.
"That r-really sucks Bebe." I say in reply to her day. "My mom w-was pissing me off. She needs to g-go back on her damn called me d-downstairs and we had a c-completely useless conversation. N-neither of us got a-anything out of it and it's just s-so annoying!"
"You should just move out. When do you turn 18?"
"October 17th. B-But it's not like I can m-move out. I have nowhere-to go."
"Oh hey mine's the 13th. Anyways, silly! You work! I know you save money too. How much do you have in savings?"
"A f-few grand?" I hit the pipe and inhale deeply. I exhale and pass Mr Frogger to Bebe.
"Dude you can totally move into your own place. And if you get roommates it'll be hella cheap! It'd be dope." I love it how Bebe talks. She's such a fair creature that some of the things that come from her mouth would surprise you.
"I don't k-know man. I'm barely gonna be 18 soon." She hands the pipe back to me. She's about to say something but we're interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. I quickly hit the pipe then set it down before stepping out into the shop.
Some brunette business woman walks up the counter and stares at the menu. I accidentally carried the lighter out with me so I'm fidgeting with it under the counter as I wait for her to order.
"Order w-whenever you're r-ready."
"Yeah, can I get a peppermint white mocha?" I give her the total as Bebe starts making the coffee. By the time her chipped card finally buzzes when the transaction's finished the coffee is already done. Tuesday evenings are usually slow and with this woman being given her coffee the shop was empty again.
"I really do think you should move. And just throwing it out there I'm moving out of my house as soon as I'm 18 and I'm looking for a roommate." Bebe winks at me as we enter the break room again. We resume smoking.
"Why a-are you so insistent t-that I should move out?" I whine as I pass off the pipe.
"I know how miserable you are at home Tweek. It's an obvious answer that you should move out!" I groan and shake my head.
"Ok, I'll t-think about it."
"Like can't you imagine it Tweek?" Bebe is holding the pipe near her face as she smiles at me excitedly. "Midnight dance parties. Cake and wine when we have a bad day. We could decorate it all cute and stuff!"
The odd thing was I could imagine it. Bebe is such a drama free person. And she'd help me keep things clean! It sounded alluring as fuck. No more overbearing parents and a space that is all mine.
"I think C-Craig would get j-jealous." I sheepishly admit.
"I mean when the time comes we could always discuss a third roommate." Bebe winks at me then finally hits the pipe and passes it back to me.
"Ok! I'll t-think about it. Okay m-man?"
When 9 pm roles around and we're closing up shop I text Craig and ask if I can come over. Bebe already offered to give me a ride wherever. As I'm sweeping my boyfriend of 3 weeks quickly texts back with an ok.
We finish up cleaning and lock the doors. We step out into the night and parked along the sidewalk fifteen feet away is Bebe's nice ass convertable. It's impressive because Bebe saved up and bought herself when she turned 17.
"Yeah can y-you take me to Craig's?" I ask as we get into the car.
"Of course stud muffin. To Craig's we go!" Bebe winks at me as she revs up the engine. The radio turns on with the car and Drake starts . The curly haired blonde next to me squeals in excitement and starts singing along. "I only love my bed and my momma I'm sorry. Fifty dub, I even got it tatted on me." She pauses toblasting nub me on the shoulder. "Come on Tweek, sing along!" She insists.
I groan and shake my head. "But I don't know t-the words!" I have to half shout to be heard over the roaring wind and loud music.
"Then make it up! See watch…" She inhales deeply and when speaks again she's practically screaming. "And I don't care, that you love me cuz baby I'm sexy. Look at me, touch me, crave me, fight me. Bring it on baby." The rap isn't very good but it has me laughing.
"Y-Yeah, Bebe's a g- o- d. Even b-better than Drake she's a b-a-b-e. Smoking w-weed, making coffee, d-drinking coffee, yeah. I love coffee." Bebe's laughing like my pathetic 'rap' is hysterical. Her laugh only gets me laughing and it makes me feel great. Bebe is such a positive and fun person. I'm glad she's working at the shop again and I'm glad she's my friend.
One song and four bad raps later we're at Craigs. I had texted him a heads up that I was coming by but I wasn't sure if he saw it. After saying my farewells to Bebe I step out of the car and call my boyfriend. He picks up on the third ring.
"Whazzup?" He answers.
"I'm outside m-man. Let m-me in!"
"Wait- really? Shit, kay. I'll be down."
It takes only a minute for Craig to come running downstairs to let me in. My boyfriend was clad in only a pair of dark blue sweatpants. His scarred tissues on his abdomen glistens in the moonlight. I don't think I've ever seen him so casual when shirtless. He waves me inside and I quickly step into the warmth.
The house is dark and I'm assuming that means everyone's asleep. Craig hasn't said a word and is already leading the way upstairs to his room. His room is only lit by the dim light of his lamp. On his computer Minecraft is open and his character stands inside a wooden house. I must have interrupted him playing video games.
"How was work?" Craig asks as he closes the door behind me. I sit down on his bed and sigh.
"It was g-good, just kind o-of boring." The noirette is crossing the room to his closet where he grabs the first shirt he finds. I'm a little disappointed he's putting on a shirt. My boyfriend is pretty hot.
"Yeah? Things going well with Bebe?"
"Sure! She k-kept telling me I should m-move out of my parents. She even o-offered to be roommates w-with me." I giggle but Craig is just frowning. He grunts and moves to his computer. I watch as he shuts down his games then takes a seat on his bed next to me.
"Do what you want." Craig says with a shrug.
"I don't w-want to move out."
"Yeah but I mean you do hate living with your parents." He points out with a shrug.
"S-So do you!" I cross my arms and lean back on the bed. "Maybe you should move out." I'm half joking but Craig gets a very serious look on his face. He hums and drapes an arm over my shoulders.
"You know that's not a bad idea. You'll be 18 in a few months, I'm already 18. We can just save up and get a place. Together." Craig suddenly seems to get embarrassed. "I mean maybe, if you want."
I sit up so I can look at Craig better. We've been dating about 3 weeks now and talking about moving in together feels a little fast but it also felt right. I mean half the time I'm crashing at Craig's or he's at my house. But I also recognized the fact that by the time we'd move in together we'll be dating for almost three months. The concept of time sends chills down my spine. There was no promise me and Craig would still be together in two months but there's also no reason we wouldn't still be together.
"Yeah, I-I'd like t-that. And I mean if we need another roommate I'm sure Bebe would be willing." I slyly add. I didn't want to admit that me and Bebe already hypothesized Craig moving in too.
"Living with Clyde's girlfriend? That'd be weird. He'd probably be over bugging us all the time." Craig grumbles. I lean back against the bed so we're shoulder to shoulder.
"H-Hey! Be nice. He's y-your best friend." I elbow Craig's side and he laughs and playfully elbows me back.
"Yeah yeah. But as my best friend I get complaining rights. But nah, that doesn't sound to bad. Of all the south park girls Bebe is probably the most tolerable one. She's actually chill."
"Y-You can also get t-to know her better. We have t-till October f-for me turn 18 and it's b-barely september now."
"That's true. Now what do you want to do. My vote is lets make out." Craig quickly sits up and positions his arms on either side of me so that I'm trapped. I laugh and shake my head.
"You're ridiculous!"
It's been a while since I've stood here. Here in this particular office. An office that no longer even existed because of me. The walls are beige and the carpet a light brown. Brown cushioned seat for the patient. Brown love couch for other people. Brown desk for him. So much brown everywhere.
Brown used to be my favorite color. Brown for his office and brown for the color of his eyes. Now days I despise the color.
I know I should feel nervous or dread or just something but instead I feel nothing. I feel almost as if I'm floating, just bobbing in and out in place. Was I going to be alone in this room or would I see him?
Almost on cue I hear the gentle click of a door closing behind me. As if moving through molasses I turn around to see him.
"Bentley," I barely whisper. The blank look on his face turns into a slow smile. He steps towards me with an arm stretched towards me. I take a step back but trip on the edge of a chair. I'm falling backwards… and falling… and falling.
Everything is a swirl of colors until I softly land in a blue space. There's no floors or walls just sky blue everywhere. Now dread fills me. I had a feeling I knew what was coming next.
I slowly turn around to the sight of her and the little girl. Both are wearing all black - the colors of mourning. The girl holds a single black balloon. With a blank expression she opens her mouth and starts screaming. There's rich emotion in her words yet her expression remains blank.
"You thief! You stole him away! You stole my Daddy!" She viciously screams.
Her words are on a loop getting louder and louder each time. By now I'm shaking and petrified. I fall to my knees and bury my face against my legs. I use my hands to cover my ears but I can still hear her.
"No! S-Stop!" I desperately scream. I keep screaming both in hopes she'll stop and to drown out the sound of her screams. Suddenly I feel the pressure of arms squeezing me. I thrash and scream. "Let me go!"
"Let m-me go!" I sob as I desperately try to break free. Over the sound of my voice I faintly realize there's deep undertones speaking instead of the shrill voice of a child.
"Tweek! You're okay. It's me, Craig." There's a heavy presence of concern in his voice and it slowly pulls me out of my reverie.
I push his arms off of me and sit up. I can't look at Craig but instead stare at the wall as tears continue to stream down my face. I hadn't have one of those dreams in a while. I can't handle those dreams. I stiffly scramble off the bed and look around the room with my chest heaving. I finally spot my shoes and quickly shove them on.
"Tweek where are you going?" Craig asks sounding perplexed. I grab my phone right as there's a loud banging on the door.
"Craig! What the hell is going on?" Thomas Tucker roars. Normally I'd be terrified to open the door and face the six foot something 250 lb man but in the moment I couldn't give a single fuck.
I unlock the door and since I'm so small I easily manage to squeeze myself past the burly man and dart through the upstairs hallway. "Tweek?" I hear him ask. I want to feel bad for Craig having to deal with this aftermath but even that doesn't matter in the moment.
I'm out the front door in only a matter of seconds. I needed release. I sprint down the sidewalk and start heading towards Starks pond. Normally release meant hurting myself but I've discovered a new way of killing myself slowly. Drugs.
I pull out my phone and blindly dial Kenny's number. When he answer's hello I hear a roar of voices in the background. He must be at a party.
"Kenny, I n-need to leave t-this world." I stutter out. I slow down to a fast walking pace. I'm huffing slightly and the cool one am air gives me goosebumps.
"Wait-" Kenny slurs. The buzzing of background noise minimizes after a moment and I'm guessing the drug dealer migrated outside. "What's going on Tweek?"
"It d-doesn't matter what's going o-on for fucks sake! I need to f-fucking leave this planet and I k-know you can get me there." My heart is pounding and I'm violently shaking.
"Tweek you're concerning me. Drugs aren't always the answer man. And that's coming from a drug dealer! What's going on buddy?"
"Kenny I'm n-not trying to talk. I'm t-trying to get h-high. Either you h-help me or I'm going to Mr. S-Slave." Everyone and their mother knew Mr. Slave of South Park is a big time dealer. He went from classroom assistant to classroom dealer. The only problem was he's big time sketchy. Talking child predator sketchy.
"Fuck Tweek. That's not necessary. Fuck. Okay, where are you?" Kenny asks.
"Stark's p-pond." I wasn't quite there but I would be at the lake side in a few minutes.
"Okay I'll be there soon. That'll be a good place for what I have in mind. I'll make someone give me a ride there and I'll be there soon. Is that okay?" Kenny doesn't often sound genuinely concerned but at the moment he does.
Before I can say anything I'm interrupted by my phone buzzing with a new call. Of course it's Craig.
"T-That's fine. Just bring a j-jacket if you can. I'll see you s-soon." As Kenny hangs up I'm about to ignore Craig's call but last second I decide I could fake my way through it.
"Tweek?" Craig's panicked voice immediately loudly calls through the phone. I wince and shake my head as I sit down on a log by the water side. It's a nice night for September. It's starting to get cold but still warm enough from summer. The moon's reflection on the water is hypnotic and a part of me wishes I could strip down naked and just float on my back in the water.
"Y-Yes?" I finally answer after a long moment. There's a large sigh of relief on the other end.
"Are you okay? Where are you?"
"I'm o-okay. I'll be home s-soon," I lie. "I'm by t-the corner store nearby m-my house."
"What happened? Are you okay. I was so worried but my dad flipped out on me. Otherwise I would have called earlier. You know that, right?" It's almost strange to hear Craig so concerned but I still feel numb and can't find it in me to properly care.
"I j-just had a nightmare and wanted t-to go home. Sorry, I s-should have handled it b-better." I lean my torso forward so that my forehead is pressed against my knees. This conversation made me feel like I'm suffocating. It needed to end pronto.
"Oh… okay. Are you sure you're okay? You just suddenly started screaming and like spasming next to me."
"I'm o-okay," I break off almost about to sob again. I take a deep breath and swallow back the tears. Everything being said brought back the crisp memory of what I dreamed.
"Okay. I really care about you Tweek, ya know?" Usually Craig would be more standoffish about a comment like that. I must have really scared him.
"I care a-about you too. H-Hey I just got home. I p-probably shouldn't be t-talking on the phone w-when I walk into my house."
"Right, you're probably right. Uh, goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"R-Right. Maybe. I might s-skip school tomorrow. I d-don't know yet."
"Well let me know in the morning if we should pick you up. Goodnight Tweek," Craig finishes. I say my farewells then hang up. Our conversation somehow managed to take ten minutes so I expect Kenny soon which is good because I'm fucking cold.
Almost as if she's behind me I suddenly hear her screaming again. I know it's not real but it sounds so real. I drown it out by playing music on my phone. It's another ten minutes or so before I see Kenny trapezing through the foliage Gleefully enough he's carrying an extra hoodie.
When he sees me he doesn't say a word and just sits down beside me. "You don't look so good," he finally says. It's not what I expected to hear so I laugh. "I'm serious dude! Are you okay?"
"I'm f-fine. Just tell me what y-you have." Kenny stares at me for a long moment before sighing.
"Well. Initially I thought DMT but that feels a bit extreme for you since you've never had psychedelics so instead I was thinking some salvia. I'm guessing you want a short high otherwise I'd offer some shrooms or acid."
"W-What's salvia?" I ask as I pull on the jacket. Kenny unzips his backpack and fumbles through it for a moment.
"Salvia divinorum. It's a ten- fifteen minute high where you literally leave this planet. It's some intense trippy ass shit." Kenny explains.
I've never considered doing psychedelics before yet here I am about to do it. I want to escape the memory pressing against me. I wanted to be free. I know Kenny can get me there.
"I'll do it." Kenny pulls out a bag of what looks like weed. "I don't w-want to just smoke weed, K-Kenny."
Kenny lets out a nervous laugh. "While it looks similar, trust me, it's not weed. You smoke it just like weed but what we're gonna do is I'm going to give you a full bowl and you torch it all."
"A w-whole bowl?" I ask.
"Yep. That'll get you where you need to go. Especially since you've never done psychedelics."
"O-Okay. Let's do it."
"Tweek I don't know if this is a good idea. Salvia is very intense. I honestly thought you'd chicken out by now. I don't want you to have a bad trip." Kenny explains.
"If I h-have a bad trip t-that's on me. Not you. I want t-to fucking do this so p-please just help me." I hold my hand out for the pipe Kenny has already loaded.
"Fuck dude. Okay but if it doesn't go well I told you so. Sorry but just have to make that clear." Kenny explains. He hands me a lighter and I stare at the greens in the bowl.
I don't really know what salvia is but I'm ready to escape. With that I lift the lighter and torch the bowl. I deeply inhale and hold it in. As I exhale I slide off the log so that I'm leaning back against instead. And then I lift off.
One moment it's the crisp familiar night and the next I'm traveling through a vortex of colors that swarm and mutate around me. Then I'm standing. I expected paradise and release but instead I'm back there. Back in that stupid brown office. I furiously kick the brown lazy boy and to my surprise it's a solid mass that I actually come into contact with.
"Why a-am I here? W-Why!" I scream. I knew he was coming next but I'm not ready for it. Nothing happens and suddenly I'm reminded of how he wouldn't start a session until I stopped pacing and sat down ready to talk. I huff and sit down in the brown leather chair opposite of the desk.
It's as if as soon as my rear hits the chair he appears opposite of me. Clear olive complexion… chocaltely brown eyes… a crooked smile and lean build. The same thirty something I so long ago became obsessed with.
"What d-do you want from me?" I ask him. He has a faint smile as he stares blankly at me.
"The better question is what can you do for yourself," he says.
"No! You don't g-get to escape with b-bullshit therapist answers! Why d-do you haunt my s-soul? Why can't I just-just be free? It's been two y-years!" I drop my face in my hands and shudder. I couldn't be doing this again.
"So Tweek, according to my file you're fifteen, is this correct?" He suddenly asks. I glance up confused and with dread I realize this is the moment we met. Do I play along? Do i scream?
"Y-Yes," I quietly admit.
"Before we really delve into things I'd like to get to know you. I dont want you to feel like you're talking to a stranger after all!" He chirps happily.
I feel the urge to act along to the entire scenario as it played out but more than anything I want to scream and cry. "You were j-just grooming me." I barely whisper. "I w-was just an innocent c-child."
"Is that so?" He laughs wholesomely. It's the same laugh that got me so smitten. "That sounds very intriguing! I'd love to get to know you better over time Tweek. I'm sure we'll do great as a duo." His cheery demeanor and easy going chatter brings back so many vivid memories. They start innocent and playful before they become intense and heated and eventually passionate.
The memories are overwhelming and the exact opposite to what I want. I crumple in on myself and the heavy weight of reality sinks over me. The tears barely manage to escape me before I'm sucked through the colorful vortex again.
When I look up I realize im young again. I'd guess ten or so. Craig is to my left as he scrambles over the playground at central park. There's a metal rocket ship that he sits in. He points at me and then up at the stars. "Tweek! We must hurry before the martians invade our space ship!"
"Im n-not in the mood C-Craig." I deadpan. But the memory plays on. I reluctantly stand up and start climbing the playground so the scenario can play on.
"Hurry Tweek! I'll shoot them off you but they're right on your ass!" Craig excitedly screams. I pick up the pace and crawl faster. Craig is making finger guns and shooting noises as he shoots the supposed martians.
"You said you'd a-always have my b-back," I say softly, mostly to myself knowing what coming next.
"I'll always have your back Tweek! Best spacemans forever!" I finally reach his platform And small Craig beams at me. "You made it alive!" Suddenly his smile turns sinister. "But remember? I abandoned you!" Craig cackles. As he says this he grows and accelerates to the age and size he's currently at.
A sob rips through me and as I fall through the vortex the curls swirl me until I land with a soft thump on solid ground. Instead of the blue sphere of my dreams I'm in a green scape. I slowly stand up and turn around. The last thing I expect to see is the slightly younger fifteen year old me.
"W-Why?" I ask dumbstruck.
"Why not?" My mirror version snarky asks.
"Why d-do you constantly haunt me? Re-Release me!" The other me sighs and softly shakes his head.
"It's not me who needs to release but you. It wasn't your fault. You must forgive yourself Tweek." His voice echoes and swarms around me as I get sucked in by the vortex of colors again.
I blink heavily and as I blink again it's the cool night sky that greets me. "Wha- What?" I barely manage to spit out. I heavily slur and my tongue feels like concrete. I sit up and Kenny is crouching in front of me.
"-you okay?" I catch the end of. I blink heavily again and yawn.
"W-Where am I?" I slur.
"You're at starks pond man, are you okay? You were out for about ten minutes." He explains.
Oh yeah… I just tried salvia?
SO yeah new chapter after 3 years lmao. I kind of let it write itself so it's all over the place. Everyone wanted to know so badly who the woman and girl was from a couple chapters ago so here ya go! You're first glimpse into this drama. I'll try updating again in a couple weeks. Thanks for reading :)
