Hidden Pain That Will Always Remain Unseen (A Creek angst story)

Chapter 1

I woke up all sweaty, tears forming in my eyes. The same nightmare, the same one. The memory of when my uncle, Oliver, raped me, but when I told anyone I was just told: "Well you shouldn't have worn such revealing clothes." I was told that by my exact parents.

I slowly got up from Tweek's bed, being very careful to not wake him up. I glanced over at Tweek who was sleeping peacefully for the first time in years, I can't say the same thing for me though. I tip-toed over to the door, carefully opened it, closed it, and ran towards the bathroom. When I was in the bathroom I allowed myself to cry, for the first time in like fourteen years, yes I hadn't cried since I was three years old.

The tears flowed down but I didn't make a sound, I didn't want Tweek to get worried about me, I needed to take care of him. 'You should let him help.' a voice whispered in my head. But he can't... I thought to myself. 'He has the right to know what's going on in your life, Craig.' the voice pushed. "no.. he... does... Not!" I yelled my fist nearly hitting the mirror. I pulled my first back. "C-Craig?" a shakey voice asked. Shit! I thought to myself as I took a deep breath in and opened the door. A very worried-looking Tweek in his pajamas looked up at me. "A-Are y- Agh! you okay?" Tweek asked. "Yes, Tweek I'm alright now g-go back to sleep," I reassured him. "But I h- Agh! heard you cry, and I wanted to make sure you're okay." Tweek whispered. "But if you want to be left alone I-I ca-can do that too.." I smiled and said, "I'm sure,"

Tweek didn't move though he just kept staring into my dark ocean-blue eyes. Then out of nowhere, my vision began to get blurry. "C-Craig a- Agh! are you su-sure your fine?" Tweek asked. "Y-ye-yes T-Tweek I'm okay. Just g-go back to sl-sleep." I stuttered trying to fight back the urge to cry. Then Tweek walked over to me and gave me just a small hug, stepped back, and said, "I'm g-going b-back to bed, you come as well a- Agh! and we'll talk about i-it tomorrow at lu-lunch."

I swore my heart skipped a beat not because I had a little crush on Tweek, it was because of fear. Fear that he'd tell me that I wore revealing clothes and tell me I should've worn something that covered up my body. "Uh, Craig?" Tweek asked. I hadn't realized that I'd zoned out. "Uh, y-yeah. We'll talk about i-it tomorrow." I murmured. Tweek smiled and gave me another small hug, turned off the light, grabbed my arm, and led me to his room. My breathing went quicker than it was supposed to, and Tweek looking at me with concern only made it worse.

As soon as we got to the bed Tweek just kept on staring at me. "You okay, Tweek?" I asked, my eyes retreating to the floor. "Yeah, y-you just se-seem s-sad.." Tweek said putting a shakey hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?"
I nodded, still looking at the floor. Tweek got up and walked to the desk and pulled out a pill bottle and got one of the pills and took it. "You better not be taking that meth shit again," I muttered. Tweek glanced over at me and said, "Ah, do- Agh! don't worry. I take th-those during th-the d-day, what I t-took was mel- Agh! melatonin."
"Well, still, you shouldn't be talking meds that you don't even need." I retorted. Tweek gave him a sad smile. "I'm tr-trying Craig, I'm t-trying. I'm get-getting a therapist soon." Tweek said. "If t- Agh! that makes you feel better." I was still frowning and Tweek went over and sat next to me. He pulled me over so my head could lay on his lap. "But what's w- Agh! wrong?" he asked. "Y-You se-seem sad."
Why was he asking me the same thing over and over again? "Yes," I replied. "Why do you ask though?"
"W-Well you w-were cr-crying and I-I was wor-worried ab- Agh! about yo-you.." Tweek said. "A-And I ju-just wa-wanna help yo-you."
Aw, I thought to myself, that's sweet.

Later that night...

I didn't know what time it was but I guessed it was about midnight-ish giving on what position the shadows were in. "Stupid nightmares.." I muttered under my breath, getting up slowly to get something from my bag. I unzipped the dark neon blue bag and rummaged until I felt a sharp object cut my finger. Ow, I thought to myself, flinching at the burning sensation on my finger. I picked up the object and realized what it was, it was a pocket knife that I brought with me for whatever reason. I observed the knife, placing his fingernail on the middle of the knife and letting my finger go down, it also made a horrid screeching sound that somehow didn't wake Tweek up. Then a voice whispered in my ear, Cut.
Obligingly I placed the tip of the knife onto my arm and started to cut myself, a burning and stinging sensation followed wherever a new cut started, blood trickling down my arms, blood droplets falling onto my pants, staining them. I put the knife back into my bag and hurried to the bathroom to get some bandages.
It took like 15 or more minutes to wrap my injuries up. As soon as I was done I found a horrified Tweek next to my bag, holding a blood-stained pocket knife in his hands. My heart stopped beating.

"Tweek I-I can ex-explain!" I quietly shouted. "Expl- Agh! Explain what Cr-Craig!?" Tweek shouted back. "You pr- Agh! promised never to cut again! An-And what d-do I f- Agh! find? A bl-bloody knife! A bloody fucking knife!"
"Tweek, it's not what it looks like!" I argued. "Th-Then what do- Agh! does it l-look like!?" Tweek yelled. Tweek frowned. "You kn-know what?" Tweek said. "I'm s-so do- Agh! done with y-your bullshit. I'm t-to take a w-walk to clear my m- Agh! mind. I'm ta-taking this wi-with me too." Tweek put the knife in his pocket and angrily left the room slamming the door. Why do I screw everything up? I thought to myself. I even made Tweek mad because of something stupid I did. He was the only person that'd be friends with me when no one else would, and I screwed it up.

You can still apologize. A voice chimed in. I already did that long ago and I turned back on it. I argued. Worth a shot, it's better than him be-friending you. The voice pointed out.

Well, anything was better than Tweek be-friending me. So I hope that we can work it out tomorrow.