Feeling....Worse?

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   (Dylyn)

          This is so short I am so sorry.

          I just really wanted to post this today, because I want the story to progress more to build up to the amazing ending I have planned! :D

   Hope you enjoy!! <3

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-Craig's Pov.-

I didn't stop myself as stumbled to my feet. I felt a little disoriented from my emotional moment, but I still stand my ground. My dark bangs covered not just my eyes, but my pure anger as I turned right to the fat tub of rotten lard in front of....Token?

It doesn't matter.

What matters is he dies right now. I'm through with him and his little 'jokes'. I'm not holding back this time, or ever again....

I start walking towards him, pushing past Token and bumping his shoulder accidentally. He flinched and moved out of the way as I continued walking. I could strongly feel Clyde and Token's worried stares stab at my back.

It doesn't matter.

I approached the piece of shit calmly, only looking towards the ground.

All the chatter in the restarting stopped. Everyone stopped there conversations and turned there attention to us. Near to no eyes were drawn away.

It doesn't matter.

Once I was in front of him, I stopped. I felt my nails dig into my palms as I balled up my fists. My tears dried and teeth clenched.

I felt my hat slumping off, so I just reached up and took it off completely, dropping it to my feet.

I can't let the blood get on that, this sweatshirt might be shit, but that hat is one of a kind.

I could hear a small gasp come from Clyde, I assume, as my shiny raven hair was out in the open. A moment which almost never happened.

It doesn't matter.

I looked up, past my long bangs at Eric Cartman's fat fucking face before I officially lost my shit.

"Aww, did Mr. Crybaby wanna tissu-"

He never had the chance to finish what he was saying....

I didn't hesitate as drew back my fist and launch it right as Eric'a nose. I could feel it collide with my hand and I felt the bone snap. The impact was so hard, my own hand felt pain.

The anger I felt was like a fire inside me. It burned, and I just needed it out of me already. I felt like I was being burned alive.

I shoved and tripped him, making him fall with a loud thud. I jumped on him and punched him in his tubby face as many times as I could.

Everyone in the restaurant screamed, gasped, looked scared, whatever. But...

It didn't matter.
          Not to me...

I continued my attack, feeling more numb to my pain each time I hit. I couldn't even see, as tears welled up in my eyes again.

I unleashed all my Pain.

All my anger.

All my fear.

All my worry.

Everything....

          I could feel the burn simmer down, and I could breathe properly again. My mind was blank, like everything I knew was washed away.

           I just kept hitting. And hitting. And hitting....

I felt my arms stop as hands grabbed me and tore me away from the fatass. I didn't struggle, I couldn't feel. I just let them pull me up and away from him as he laid on the cold floor.

"What the fuck Craig!?" I heard someone shout. I couldn't tell who it was, any sound made sounded distant. It sounded like I was away, not here.

The people might have been holding onto me, but I still slumped down onto my knees.

Nothing is okay.

"Craig!" The shout in my ear caused me to snap my head up. My vision was clear as I say Clyde's tear-filled face. He was shaking me by my shoulders as I sat there, Token holding me up.

I didn't feel anything as I stared at the tears dropping from Clyde's face, but I noticed something.

I pulled my arm out of Token's grip and brought it to my face. I touched my cheeks and eyes.

I'm still crying?

          I let out a shaky, fearful breath. Wait...

          I still can't breathe?

I felt astonished as I scanned over my surroundings.

When Clyde stopped shaking me, I looked past him and say Eric's body. Blood escaped his mouth, nose, and one of his eyes. A small pool of blood circled around his head as he lay there motionless. A few people say there with him, most likely calling the ambulance.

Fear surrounded me.

          Everything went dark.

          I stopped breathing.

This isn't what I wanted....

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