It is the end of today... Yay! Also MY ARM NEARLY GOT FUCKING CUT IN HALF! HM? When and how did that happen, I hear you ask? Well it's kinda like this / yes I'm doing a Corny flash back. Yes I'm uncreative/
We were Wood Shop class.
" Heya Tweekers! Wanna play a game?" Clyde leaned over to my table.
" Ngh! I-I don't think we should!" I suggested. Craig reached for my coffee and snatched it. /Yea he bought one on the way I'm bad at continuity/ Tauntingly, the boy shook it in the air. A few small chuckles left the table's mouths.
" Give it back!" I demanded.
" Get it from me, shorty." He sneered menacingly. Why has he gone back to his mean ways. Why is he doing this to me! He began sprinting around the room with me drink, spilling it.
See that's where this boy fucked up. No matter how fast he sprints, he can't out run someone who's half his size. Sure, he has long legs but I have less mass to carry. Furious, I dashed onto his back and pinned him down.
" APOLOGISE, BULLY!" I screeched. His face remained unmoving.
" Get off me spaz before I fucking hurt you." He deadpanned. In my head, I have to say, I was slightly frightened.
" Godamnit Craig j-" As the ever so polite man he is, he interrupted me by kicking me off him and nailing me down. I bit his arm and it was a continuous cycle of somewhat empty threats. It wasn't that painful until he decided to pick me up by my collar. Of course I am terrified of heights, so consequently I let my limbs swing around wildly. He rapidly lost control and I went flying into a working machine. Then blady blah blood blady blah Panic attack baldy blah I fucking hate Craig.
I've avoided him all day. And his pathetic attempts to talk to me through his friends. Now I'm walking home alone and since it's always winter here apparently, it's super dark. Constant footsteps filled my hearing. Are they even mine? AHHH SOMEONE'S BEHIND ME AREN'T THEY! OH GOD THEY PROBABLY HAVE A GUN! Instead of running I fell to my face. My hyperventilation started up like a motorcycle. I couldn't breathe. In weak attempts to regain my breath, I clawed at my throat. Things were getting blurry whilst the pounding hypertension weighed upon my shoulders. The footsteps became louder and quicker. They bent down next to me.
"Argh Nh..Nhh..." Was all I could manage before falling unconscious.
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What felt like seconds later, but was probably an hour, my eyes weakly batted open.
" Nhggggarg... Where am I?" I moaned, swiping my head around groggily. Balling my hands into fists, I scratched at my eye lids to adjust to the psychedelic colours emitting from the room. These sheets are cute. They're decorated in guinea pigs. Quite soon, I made the assumption that whoever was walking behind me was a kid, or they have a child. This definitely is a kid's room. That at least calms me a bit. Unexpectedly, the poster covered door flew open consequently causing me to fall onto my back from the bed.
" AHH! WH-WHERE AM I? AND WHO ARE YOU?" I shrieked blindly... cuz I had the covers on my face. The sound of laughter rang in my ears. Wait.. Wait what?
" So graceful." The stuffy sounding voice remarked. They lifted up the covers, meeting my face with a grin.
"Craig.. Wh-Why'd you?" I whispered. He hoisted me up by my arms onto a nearby counter.
" Well that would just make me a flat out heartless beast if I left a shaking boy on the freezing snow." He shrugged.
" Um.. Thanks. I should go... my mom's gonna be worrying about me..." Something about kind Craig made me more intimidated than normal Craig.
" Tweek don't play bullshit. Your eyes are red and your hands are blue. My mom called yours. She knows you're safe." He placed his scarred palm on my cheek. I can't tell if it was affection or just telling my temperature, but is was disconcerting.
" Why are you being um so..." I gestured to his room and his hand on my face.
"Feely?" I concluded. Immediately, retracted his hand and redirected his gaze. It was as if he just pulled his self back into normal skin. Tense waves infiltrated the once calm airs.
" I-I'm sorry I didn't mean it li-" I started.
" No it's my fault. I didn't get to talk to you all day and... Ugh whatever." He grunted. A surge of guilt proceeded to tarnish any self respect I had remaining. I...I'm the monster. Craig... He seems so small. I...'m gonna hug him. I leaned in self consciously... I say lean but more like fell into his chest with my arms extended.
" Um...Ok... I was going to say sorry, but it looks like you've forgiven me?" He hesitantly placed his arms onto my back. Silence never stung so badly. Why am I getting so feely... Wait.. I m-maybe I am a girl? IS THIS WHAT A PERIOD FEELS LIKE? Nope nope calm down... Last time I checked I did have a dick... DIDN'T I? OH SHIT ARGHHHH!
" You ok, spaz? Cuz you're kinda... spazzing." He mentioned. Soft giggles were released at the nickname. Things were reposed. I offered him a lopsided grin and he reciprocated it.
" You do know if I had a fair start I could easily beat you up." I gloated. His smile turned into a small snigger.
" Oh really? I find that simply hilarious. Ngh! Mr. Pressure!" He mimicked. In a swift motion, my legs glided past his face. He gripped them, pulling me off the counter. He cushioned my fall, thankfully. For the rest of the night, we play fought rolling all over the floor, staying mindful of my bandaged arm.
/SKIPITY SKIP IT'S MORNING BITCH...whyy/
Thanks to my unhealthy addiction to coffee, I woke up 3 hours after I fell asleep. Springing from the rather small bed and landing loudly onto the creek floorboards, yep I'm not falling asleep anytime soon. Rustling emanated from the boy behind me. Oops... I-is he waking up... My muscles, or lack thereof, stiffened mid-step. It came to a cease and I resumed my trip downstairs. Where do I go now? I don't know how to make anything other than coffee. Do I make him one as well? Does he even like it? Do I go home Agrhhh! You know what. I felt around my pockets for my little notepad and a pen. Surprise! I like to draw shit. My back crinkled against the patterned wall whilst I sunk to the floor. Guinea pigs came to mind instantaneously.
My petite hands drifted across the page, sketching out shapes to indicate a rough look at the body then going over it harder and in detail then finally doing it in pen and erase the pencil.
Lifting it up into my view frame, I admired it. It was decent, which is exceptionally rare for me. There are guaranteed something's that need changing but it's too late now. I hummed concurrently taking a sip of my cooling coffee.
Abruptly, I overheard grating squeaks from the stairs. I promptly perceived that it was the 82 foot monster arising from his slumber /I will never stop fite me/. He knelt down on one of the steps and peeped through one of the openings of the banister.
" You took your time." I remarked formally, attempting to restate our playful wars.
" I'm sorry I'm not a fucking addict which can't stay still for the 1 goddamn hour he's actually sleeping." He riposted. Wow he's not a morning person. I guess you could NGG kinda tell. Puffiness engulfed his eyes as dark bags lightly form under his eyelids.
" GAH! Well soooorry!." I mimicked in a high school girl voice. He glowered at me in vexation. Shrugging it off, I patted his head.
" Well I guess I should go home so papa bear can hibernate." His brows furrowed when I lurched my bag onto my shoulder.
" Fine. Walk home at midnight and get kidnapped or die of nemonia I don't give a fuck." He massaged his temples in what I can only suspect was an endeavour to calm himself. It was crystal damn clear he was using reverse physiology howbiet he had a point. I exhaled in exasperation. He had a simper on his face making it well known he won the fight. But I knew I would win the wa- oh wait this is the war already. Nope I lost my chances.
He clambered over the railing for no apparent reason and strolled into the living room.
" Whatcha' doing? " I questioned, following all his rapid moves.
" Watching Red Racer." He stated impassive.
" Isn't that a show for little kids?" I tipped my head to the side in confusion. He retailed with a sullen look and an extended middle finger.
Oh why am I not surprised in the slightest...