Accepting ✔️

Chapter Six: Who would like me?

Word count: 1016

Trigger warnings: Self-harm
(Marked when *TW* shows in the story)

Tweek's POV
I opened my eyes and adjusted to the light. I could only feel the loud pinching pain on the side of my head and neck. I heard a muffled voice and could just faintly make out some words.

"Well —— something bad happened ——— past, and you saying ———— the mem— back to him-" It was a woman's voice. I still didn't know where I was.

"What's going on?" My eyes felt heavy, but I could see Craig stare down at me, startled by the fact that I was awake.

Suddenly, I remember what had happened. Him saying he isn't gay, especially not for me. There was still some food on his hoodie, reminding me of his words in the bathroom. My breathing sped up once again.

I realized I was in the clinic, and my face started burning red as I jumped up from the bed. Except, I forgot something. Don't stand up too quickly or you'll just lose balance and fall back down. My head felt like a wrecking ball on my body and as gravity pulled me down to the floor, everything blurred into black once again.

Craig's POV
And just as fast as he was awake, he blacked out again. I caught him and gently laid him back onto the bed.

The nurse just looked bewilderedly at the blonde before she slowly began speaking again, "As I was saying, he may have just had a traumatic experience in his past that made him have a panic attack from remembering it. Hearing the words you said, that sounds like the closest reasoning."

Huh. I wonder what could have happened in his past where someone saying they hated him would affect him this much. The nurse's mouth was moving, and I snapped back to reality. I could think about that later.

"Did you hear me?" She asked. I shook my head no, and she sighed, "I said, you can go back to class."

I nodded as I walked out and closed the door. After the 5th-period bell rang, the halls looked like a ghost town. I didn't feel like walking into the middle of the class, and they wouldn't call my parents because technically, I went to school. So instead of gliding into precalc, I walked out the back doors which were conveniently placed next to the clinic.

I assumed the "goth" kids would be behind the school and could give me a cigarette to smoke [Don't smoke children], but there wasn't anyone there, in fact, they haven't been there for a while. Instead, I ran over to see if PE was outside today, but luckily they weren't, so I ran around the track, listening to music, and clearing my mind.

Tweek's POV
I opened my eyes slowly and instantly felt a throbbing pain in my forehead. I scanned my surroundings and remembered my situation. Craig wasn't here anymore, so at least I wouldn't have to deal with him.

"Oh, good your awake!" I looked to my left and saw a woman looking very concerned about my mental state, "I'll get you an ice pack and then send you back to class."

I remembered how I embarrassed myself in front of Craig and the lady and slowly got up, more cautiously this time. She handed me an ice pack, and I just walked out. I checked the time and realized that 5th period ended in 10 minutes.

I dragged myself into the bathroom to look at how severe my bruises were. I really couldn't see them at all. Then I remembered what happened in this bathroom before I ended up in the clinic. Craig locked me in and found me with my eyes all puffy. He told me he hated me. But if he hated me, who would like me?

I brought my book bag with me and locked myself in a stall. My eyes glossed over thinking of those words over and over again.

"Maybe I do."
"Maybe I do."
"Maybe I do."

*TW*

I looked down at my arm and pulled up my sleeve, eyeing the compass in the side pocket of my book bag.

"You don't need to hurt yourself anymore," I mumbled to myself. Yet, a voice inside my head told me this would make me feel better. "I promised myself I wouldn't let this happen," I told it, but it kept pushing me to reach for a blade. I grabbed the compass quickly and positioned the blade in a space between my last cut and my untouched forearm. I pushed down slightly with the edge and moved it across my arm horizontally, pushing harder with each cut.

I don't want to die. I know that much, but feeling the physical pain and seeing the actual blood drip out of my arm, really helped my emotional state. It's like... you feel the physical pain and the emotional pain won't affect you as much.

"Why are you doing this to yourself, Tweek," I asked myself under my breath. I couldn't answer.

*TW END*

The door to the bathroom opened and I quickly jumped onto the toilet, hoping whoever it was didn't see or hear my shuffle.

"Uhm... are you okay?" I only slightly recognized the voice but my head overflowed with thought. What if they saw the blood on the ground? What if they noticed my bookbag strap from the other side of the toilet and got suspicious? What if they tried to get into my stall?!

"Fuck!" Fuck!

"Tweek?" I still didn't recognize the voice, but it started to sound more familiar. I realized they just said my name and I just screamed in the middle of a bathroom. What are the chances?

I quickly pulled my sleeve down and picked up my book bag. I paced out of the stall, shaking more than usual, and realized that it was one of Craig's friends from before. He had almond coloured hair and light brown eyes.

I quickly paced away before anything else was said. He probably thinks it's disgusting that I didn't wash my hands. I could still feel the ache in my wrist as I walked to a different bathroom to clean up. This time, I locked the door behind me. I washed away the blood and took out a large band-aid that could cover my entire arm and rolled my sleeve back down.

As I picked up my book bag from the floor and unlocked the door to the bathroom, I head-butted with someone, and we both fell to the floor.

"Fuck, dude, watch where you're fucking going."

I froze.

"Tweek?"

A/N: WhO could that be?? Things like what I just wrote, aren't very enjoyable, but it helps the plot. I hope that everyone knows that self-harm is a serious topic and if you're dealing with it, you really should get help. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! If you did, leave a vote! I would really appreciate it! If you didn't, don't be afraid to leave a comment to help me Improve/ make the story more realistic. Thanks again for reading! Have a wonderful day and don't do anything really stupid.
~Beru <3