Skeleton In The Closet
Chapter Two : Secrecy and Addiction
Disclaimer - South Park and all characters involved do not belong to me. This chapter will involve not only child abuse but drug addiction.
The Retreat
Happy those early days! when I
Shined in my angel infancy.
Before I understood this place
Appointed for my second race,
Or taught my soul to fancy aught
But a white, celestial thought;
When yet I had not walked above
A mile or two from my first love,
And looking back, at that short space,
Could see a glimpse of His bright face;
When on some gilded cloud or flower
My gazing soul would dwell an hour,
And in those weaker glories spy
Some shadows of eternity;
Before I taught my tongue to wound
My conscience with a sinful sound,
Or had the black art to dispense
A several sin to every sense,
But felt through all this fleshly dress
Bright shoots of everlastingness.
O, how I long to travel back,
And tread again that ancient track!
That I might once more reach that plain
Where first I left my glorious train,
From whence th' enlightened spirit sees
That shady city of palm trees.
But, ah! my soul with too much stay
Is drunk, and staggers in the way.
Some men a forward motion love;
But I by backward steps would move,
And when this dust falls to the urn,
In that state I came, return.
By Henry Vaughn
Some people find patterns and routines boring. They think doing the same thing day-to-day is horrible and love to mix things up. Live adventurous... Those kinds of people suck ass. Patterns and routines are comfortable they give you security and help you feel like you have some kind of control over your life. They make sense and keep you grounded so you never stray too far from your goals. They help people deal with the daily stress and anxiety life fucks you with. Adventure is over rated.
One example is my daily morning routine. Every morning (excluding weekends) I wake up and get ready for school. I change my cloths, brush my teeth, and put my hate on. Afterwards I check to make sure Stripe (my pet guinea pig) has plenty of food and water and head out. I walk my ass all the way over to my boyfriend Tweeks house and pick him up for school. We walk together everyday.
Before Tweek and I started dating I use to take the bus by my house to school. It wasn't until one day when Tweek was late to school and I was worried sick that I discovered he walked to school everyday. One morning he had been later than usual I had waited and waited for him in front of the school, calm on the outside but worried on the inside.
Just as I had started debating going to class after the final bell rang I got a call from Tweek. He sounded out of breath and scared. His voice was shakier and he stuttered more than usual. Something wasn't right. He kept repeating Starks Pond and I instantly rushed after him. That was the first time Tweek had ever had a panic attack in front of me. He had been chased by a street dog and in his hurry to get away dropped both his backpack and thermos. I wasn't really sure how to help someone having a panic attack so I sat down next to him on the bench. He kept shivering and shaking so I took my jacket off and wrapped it around his shoulders. His breathing was fast paced and his eyes were screwed shut. Sighing I took off my favorite hat and sat it on his head.
This wasn't my usual routine but all I wanted to do was help. Tweeks hand was clenched so tight his nails were digging into his palm so I slowly reached out and took his hand in mine. His grip hurt but I decided it didn't matter. He mattered more and after a few minutes he seemed to calm down slightly and leaned his head on my shoulder smiling.
"Thank you Craig," he whispered, "I'm sorry I made you late for class."
"Its no big deal," I told him, "Come on lets go find your backpack and thermos. I'll walk you to school."
Finally after searching we found his backpack and thermos in the snow. Than I walked him to school. Ever since that day I've walked Tweek to school everyday. No dog will ever fuck with him when I'm around. And I certainly didn't go home that night and google how to help someone through a panic attack.
Currently it was our lunch break and I was on a mission. A mission to find dumb ass Kenny and get some answers about that bag the Tweaks bought. Kenny was eating with his group of stupid miscreants.
"Hey Kenny can I talk to you real fast," I asked.
"Fuck off Craig," I heard his fat ass friend Cartman yell.
Kenny however simple shrugged his shoulders and followed me out into the hall.
"Could you tell me what that stuff in the bag Tweek bought last weekend is," I tried to sound casual and not at all freaked out.
It didn't work
"Meth," Kenny replied back.
Meth! Meth? What the fuck were Tweeks parents doing buying meth. Kenny sounded so normal too as if he were talking about the weather. This town is fucked.
"Why the fuck would Tweeks parents buy meth? They told me they used it in their coffee," I was mostly ranting to myself but I think Kenny thought I was talking to him.
"They do put it in the coffee why do you think they're so popular? It's called addiction," Kenny explained.
"But if its in all their coffee than what about Tweek," I was scared of what the answer to my question might be.
"Tweek IS addicted to meth dumbass. Haven't you ever wondered about the shaking and twitching," Kenny asked.
I felt stupid but how was I suppose to know? I felt like my world was exploding around me. Tweeks parents were drugging their own child and the rest of the town. That's so fucked.
"You have to stop selling," I replied.
"If Tweek is addicted to meth than I have to help him," my voice sounded deep and frightening even to me.
"You're kidding right," Kenny laughed, "Look you obviously don't know jack shit about drug addiction but let me tell you this quitting cold turkey will fuck Tweek up. Suicidal thoughts. Depression. Insomnia and that's just some off the top of my head. Plus how do you think my parents pay rent? Everyone in this town has to live somehow and sure Tweeks fucked now but aren't we all."
Than Kenny turned around and walked back into the cafeteria.
No. Fuck that. I could give a shit about this town but if Tweek was being abused and drugged than I was going to help him no matter what. If I couldn't get Kenny to stop selling than I would stop the drugs at their source. I needed Clyde, Token, and Jimmy.