heartbreaker

get me out of here.

Tweeks pov:

I am sleeping in my bed with the sunlight shining into my room from the window. I wake up and yawn then get out of bed. I look through my clothes and find my boring green button up shirt and dark blue jeans "Yeah this should be fine.." I put on my clothes and walk to the kitchen.

"Hi tweek. Remember to drink your coffee!" My parents say. To be honest I don't even like coffee too much but they kind of force me to drink it. I finish eating breakfast and walk to school instead of on the bus. It's much more peaceful.

I get to school and see I've came to school a bit early. I see Craig and Kenny smoking but it's obvious kenny is high. I see stan and Wendy fighting again..

The bell rings and we go inside so I walk to my locker. I see Craig and Eric bullying some random ass kids but soon they come over to me. Damm just kill me at this point.
"Hey fag" eric says. "Hi." I look down at the ground and then a move away.
"Ew you smell like coffee. Gross" Craig moves away from me. "You are really disgusting. How are you still alive? Faggots like you deserve to go to hell." Craig says but looks at me weird.
"O-oh um GAH- I d-dont know? I better get to class.." I try to walk away but Eric pulls me back "where the fuck do you think you are going twitch?" He smirks and punched my face. "I need t-to go!!" I try and pull away from him and manage to run to class.

After school (I'm too lazy to write what happens in school)

I walk on the side walk and then I see some boys from my grade.. I think they are Tolkien.. Jimmy.. and Clyde? Not sure but it looks like them. Then I see Wendy crying while hugging bebe.

Soon I hear someone running behind me.. someone big. Then all of a sudden the person pushes me onto the road and I almost got hit by a car..
I look to see who it is... Eric? Aw shit. "DIE FAGGOT! BURN IN FUCKING HELL!" He says. I get up and run home. What is wrong with south park. Let me live just mind you're own business got dammit.

I go to my messy room and stare at my phone doing random shit until I get a text from someone.. who is it? Who cares. I check what they texted me and it's a bunch of insults and death threats. How lame. It's does hurt alot when I get bullied in real life and online but I'm starting to get used to it.

An hour later and he or she won't stop texting me. Apparently they know me so if I had to guess its probably Craig or Eric. Soon I've just had enough of it.. it's too much. It's all I can think about... am I really that bad? Why am I alive? Why do I try? Does anyone care?
I start to cry and run to the bathroom. I found some pills.. they are my parents I think and im not allowed to touch them.. so I swallow a bunch. I hope I overdose....

(3 hours later)

I wake up in a hospital with my family and Butters in a room looking at me.. I realize what's going on and start crying.
"Tweek a-are you okay..?" Butters says. I can tell he is scared. Oh God he definitely hates me. "Tweek.. why did you try to.." my mom says but can't finish her sentence because she starts to cry. "I-im sorry.." I wipe my tears.
"We love you tweek. We just don't understand why." My dad says. "We found you in.. t-the bathroom unconscious.. the doctor said you tried to overdose.." my mom cries even more. Fuck. They know I'm a mess. "I don't know how you found the pills.. you know you can't touch them." Mom says. My parents whisper stuff to eachother...

A week later..

They let me out of the hospital but I have to go to therapy every Friday and need to have someone watching me almost all the time just incase I will try to kill myself again. Cringe! I know!!! Ew what the fuck am I doing with my life.

I go on my balcony and see Craig with ANOTHER girl in his room. He should get curtains because I don't want to see him have sex with every girl in south park and then kick them out of his house leaving them crying. Honestly I feel bad for all those girls. Craigs such a dickhead. But of course I DO NOT watch him do shit with girls in his room just because he doesn't own curtains to cover his FUCKING WINDOW. I'm not a creep. I can hear him because he is loud AS FUCK but I obviously don't give a shit and cover my ears and hide in my room. He's fucking weird to be honest.
A slut? A whore? Who knows. He's disgusting yet he calls ME disgusting..

I like to draw so I guess I should draw now. I look at my flowers I have in my room (yes I like flowers and plants. My room is basically very green) and I draw  for only a few minutes and then make some coffee.

Now I'm tired. I'm tired but I can't sleep. Weird I know. I almost never sleep. But I get in bed and try to sleep anyway but I get so worried. My anxiety is horrible and I'm so paranoid. sleeping is HARD AS FUCK. but I manage to sleep for probably 3 hours. that's actually the longest I've slept for this month.

|| I DONT HAVE MANY IDEAS AND IM NOT TOO GOOD AT WRITING SO IM SORRY ITS BEEN LONG. HAVE A GREAT DAY! <333333 sorry its super short. Ive been busy and i dont have much motivation! ||