Word count: 1030
Trigger warning: mention of self-harm
Tweek's POV
"Tweek?"
I looked up at the brunette with scared eyes, "I- I- I'm so s-sorry, p-please don't h-hurt me."
"Why would I hurt you? I came to check up on you."
"R-really?" I whispered.
"Yeah. Why did you run out of the bathroom? You looked like you were about to cry, and I felt that pain like it was my own."
"Oh. I-I uh- Uhm I-I..." I couldn't think about what to say and put my arm behind my back. There could've been blood on the sleeve.
Unfortunately for me, my poker face isn't great at hiding guilt. "What's wrong with your arm?" It already felt like an interrogation.
"N-n-nothing."
"Then why are you hiding it?"
"I-I- I'm not hiding it." Great response Einstein, now he knows something is wrong.
He grabs my arm and looks at the sleeve. The blood did go through it.
He hastily pulled the sleeve up and looked up at me horrified. "W- why?" That's all he could say.
"I- I."
"Why?"
"B-because, because-" I didn't really have an excuse. All I could say was that no one likes me. But then what would happen? He'd think I was pathetic. I looked pleadingly into his big brown eyes. He was still staring at my arm. Why is he prying anyways?
"Why?" He asked once again.
"Fuck! No one cares about me, not even me!" I quickly covered my mouth with the hand he wasn't holding.
He sat there, dumbfounded. "Please don't tell anyone that I just said that."
He glanced up at my eyes worriedly before he let go of my arm, got up, and ran away.
I crawled back up the wall put my knees up to my chin and silently cried. Someone knew my secret, and I couldn't even remember their name.
Clyde's POV
I know that I probably should tell someone. I also knew that he didn't want me to tell anyone. Then again, it's not like I knew him very well. He's just stealing a frien- best friend, from Token and me, but he seemed really hurt when I pried.
Since Craig wasn't in class, I expected him to be in the back of the school, smoking a cigarette. I didn't find anyone.
Instead, I sat down leaning on the wall and plugged in my earbuds to my phone. Now I could drown out the fighting going on in my head.
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"Clyde? What the hell are you doing?"
Craig's POV
"Clyde? What the hell are you doing?" I asked. It had been about an hour since I had started running. I was about to go inside when I saw Clyde laying on the wall grimly, sad music blasting out of his earbuds.
You have to understand that Clyde, is not emo. Though arguably emotional, He is very much a Pop/ Rock guy when it comes to music, so my reaction was plausible.
"Oh uh, hi Craig." He took out his earbuds and looked up at me, guilt clouding his eyes.
"What are you doing?" I asked again.
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Fanfiction"Come on, Tweek, it'll be fine! I do this all the time," Craig was currently in the process of convincing me to climb up on the roof with him. "I'm not ready to die yet, Craigory." He scowled at the use of the nickname before pulling himself up to t...
