A/N: I once again would like to thank my reviewers. 3 Just 'cause you're all cool like that.
"So," Clyde said, running with Kenny through the oddly deserted streets of South Park. "Do you know about Craig's… problem?"
"You mean the fact that he has more mood swings that a girl on her period?" Kenny asked sharply. He wasn't sure what to do about Clyde right now; he had just seen him kissing the boy they were looking for…
"Well, I guess," Clyde said. "But there's something else, too…"
"Like what?" Kenny asked. He saw Clyde stop in his tracks, biting his thumb uneasily. "Erm…" he stuttered, obviously mulling something over. He looked at Kenny nervously. "I'm… I'm not sure if I should tell you… I mean, Craig confided in me… he told me to keep this a secret…"
Kenny rolled his eyes. "You said you were going to tell me. Or can you just not betray your secretly beloved Craig?"
"Th… that's not it at all! I don't even know what I did!" Clyde snapped. "It's just… I don't know how to say it…"
"Just spit it out."
Clyde swallowed hard, and clenched his eyes shut. "Craig… Craig is really, really unstable…" he began. "He… he cuts… and used to wanna kill himself…"
Kenny thought he would have a heart attack.
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Tweek sat, huddled up with his knees against his chest, head between them, next to his bed. He was shivering; frozen and numb to the world around him. His golden-brown-green eyes were wide. His breathing was short and ragged. Did… it really just happen…? He wondered. He moved his hand up to his stinging cheek. Yeah… it did.
A fresh stream of tears poured down his face. This time he knew he did something really wrong. I shouldn't have eavesdropped on him…He thought. Ignorance is bliss, after all…
Still, he wondered how Craig could get so worked up and pissed off about him listening in to a phone call. Albeit he did deceive Craig by only taking one of the pills to calm down and pretending to be asleep… But Craig still didn't have to get mad.
Or did he?
"I've been unfaithful," he whispered to the empty space around him. "Unfaithful… and now I'm paying for it… aren't I…?"
He inhaled as deeply as he could, eye twitching every now and then. "This isn't fair."
Life isn't fair.
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Craig reached his house not too long after fleeing the school building. His parents weren't home, so he grabbed his spare house hey and opened the door. "Where is it… where is it?" He chanted to himself, rummaging through the drawers in his room. "I couldn't have thrown it out…"
Nevertheless, dread flooded his mind when he remembered a promise he made to Tweek. "Promise me you won't hurt yourself anymore, okay?" he had said. Craig growled to himself. "No," he remembered saying. "I won't… not as long as I have you by my side."
But Tweek wasn't with him anymore. "Where is that fucking razor?!"
--
Tweek decided he needed a coffee to clear his head a little bit, so he walked over to the coffee pot and began to prepare a cup. "Ngh…" he sounded out, twitching nervously. His mind started to wander off to what Craig might be doing…
He quickly cut off that train of thought, fresh tears welling up in his eyes. He hoped his now ex-boyfriend wouldn't hurt himself again… He wouldn't be able to bear it.
He eyed one of the knife drawers in their room and ran over to see if anything was missing.
"Thank God…" he whispered to himself in relief. "He didn't take a knife… so he can't cut himself…"
He wasn't very reassured, though.
His coffee was ready, so he poured it in the cup gently, adding five spoons of suger. He needed the sweetness for self-assurance… and if for no other reason, he wanted to get so jittery that that would be all he could focus on.
His methods of coping were much different from that of Craig's.
What if he goes drinking…? Tweek wondered. Oh God… this will just be a repeat of what happened when we were fourteen…
He sighed, sipping the burning hot coffee. Where is Craig now?
He almost didn't want to know.
--
Craig was breathing deeply outside the school. He looked up at the overcast sky and wished that it was raining… but the weather only reflected someone's feelings in movies and stories. Not in real life.
He wished there would be a storm and lightning would strike him down.
I don't know what went wrong this time… he thought to himself. I didn't lean on Tweek and my emotional problem has gotten better… but what did I do?
He shoved one of his hands into his pocket and grasped the fabric in his palm. "Fuck," he cursed, closing his eyes and continuing his walk. The frigid air nipped and beat against his skin, chilling him to the bone. "It doesn't matter," he said. "I guess I deserve to freeze if Tweek is mad at me… it must be something really bad; otherwise he'd forgive me." He kicked a stray stone, watching as it tumbled across the cement path he walked along now. "I hate this goddamn school. Worst fucking thing that ever happened to me."
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Clyde and Kenny made their way to Craig's house, finding nobody home. The door was unlocked, too… Craig had to have been there. They knew it.
"Hey, look," Clyde said, an edge to his voice. "A note…"
Kenny picked up the piece of paper on the table and read it aloud. "I'm done." He said. "All it says is, 'I'm done.'"
"Oh my God," Clyde said, recalling something Craig had said to him once. "He's going to kill himself…"
"How do you know?"
"Because," the brunette began. "When he first started to cut himself and I found out, he told me he was done with his life. Because his parents hated him for being gay…for Tweek, no less."
Kenny gasped. "No… no way…"
"Yeah. Have you ever seen the scars on his back?"
"Why would he cut his back?"
"He didn't," Clyde said. "C'mon, I'll explain later… but we have to find him first. He could be dead by now…"
Kenny gulped. This was insane. Craig could have been dead… What were they going to do?
"Come on!" Clyde said, dragging Kenny back to reality by tugging on his arm. We have to find him. Let's go!"
They dashed out of the house together, worried and afraid.
What'll happen to Tweek…? Kenny wondered.
He could've sworn he saw tears welling up in Clyde's eyes.
A/N: Umm, a bit of a shorter chapter to prepare for the next one. But I don't know what should come first… Craig being discovered by Kenny and Clyde, or Talking about how he got the scars on his back… Help me decide, please?