After him and Butters parted ways while leaving the bathroom, Tweek didn't feel suited to go to class, so he left. It's around eleven so his parents weren't home, which was a relief. If they knew he was home, what they would do... Tweek didn't want to think about it too much and decided to listen to music. Plugging in his earbuds, he played Boulevard of Broken Dreams, he felt that that song related to his life the most now.
Approaching his front door, he slowly opened it, checking to make sure no one else was here. No one else was. Sighing deeply, Tweek made his way upstairs to his room, which was a mess still. His father would hit him for it but even after he cleaned it, the room somehow always managed to get messy again. Tweek through his backpack on his bed and headed for his bathroom to clean his face up a little bit more.
Cleaning the cuts with Peroxide, Tweek sat on the edge of the tub holding gauze to his eye. This was something he often had to do, and it absolutely sucked. Removing the gauze, he stared at one of the drawers under his sink. 'No one's home' he reminded himself.
Tweek opened a drawer, which contained bandages, more gauze, and 5 razor blades. He stared at the contents of the drawer before picking up one of the razor blades. It was clean. Tweek would switch out old razor blades so he didn't infect his arm when he cut. But this one was clean. Sitting back down, he pulled his baggy, green sleeves up, exposing an arm already torn up from previous sessions. Tweek stared at his arm, words circling around in his head. "No ones here", " No ones here", "No on-"
"AH!" Tweek screamed as he plunged the blade into his arm. He began to shake more, causing the blade to cut more skin. Tears welled down his face as he grunted back loud sobs. Tweek quickly pulled the blade across his arm in a swift movement, sending blood flying onto the floor. Blood began to quickly pour out of the new cut on his arm and was now spilling on the white, tiled floor.
'Oh my god, oh my god! Dads going to beat the shit out of me!' Tweek screamed in his head. Rinsing his arm in the sink faucet, Tweek tried extremely hard to calm down but only became more agitated. After a few more minutes of cleaning the cut then bandaging it up,
Tweek scrambled through the house trying to find something to clean up the mess with. When he couldn't find nothing, he just grabbed the roll of paper towels to clean it with. As he finished cleaning, he heard a knock at the front door, which startled him beyond belief. 'Is it Dad? Mom? A murderer?! Tweek mind reeled as he went downstairs to open the door.
It was Craig
