heartbreaker

i think love you idiot

(WARNING: self-harm)

Tweeks  pov:

I wake up and realise I'm on top of Craig. He's so pretty when he's sleeping although he snores a bit. That's funny. I get off him and lay on his bed and get my phone.

I scroll on TikTok and suddenly come across a video.. Of Craig? I click on the account and it's his account. His posts are so silly honestly but I soon decide to look at what he reposted... It's all sad videos or videos about relationships or how to confess thats- wait a minute does he have a crush?? On who..?

Suddenly I get startled when I hear Craig say "Tweek what are you doing? You okay? " he says in a tired, groaning, confused voice.

"Oh on Tiktok and I found your account lol" I smile. I slept good too. I'm not twitching or stuttering woah.

I look at Craig.

"Hey.. Do you have a crush on someone?" I really want to know.

"Uhh I don't know..." He blushes and looks away. "I don't think I like anyone right now" he tries to hide his embarrassment.

I look at him and sigh. Damn.

"Huh you okay?" He looks at me and gets closer.

"Ah it's n-nothing.." I don't know why I care

"Well.. Uhh do you have a crush on anyone?.." He asks me and blushes some more.

"Umm.. Yea I t-think so" I blush a little and look at him.

"Oh.." He sighs and looks away

"W-whats wrong?" I look at him. Why is he sad?? Did I say something wrong?

"Oh it's nothing um.. Well you okay?"

"Y-yea" i check the time and decide I should change clothes, not in front of craig of course.

I head over to the bathroom and get changed into some jeans and a long sleeved, button up green shirt. I usually wear that anyway. I look at myself in the mirror and sigh. How could anyone ever love me. I'm a freak. I'm weird. Even though I have stopped twitching and stuttering so much I'm still ugly. I'm just.. Me. I feel so alone but at least I have Craig. No one even knows I love  him or that we are even fucking friends.

He's probably embarrassed of me. I hate myself. Honestly I want to go home. I feel bad I know none of this is my fault I just- everything seems to feel so bad lately and I don't know what to do.

I look back at myself in the bathroom mirror and frown. Who am I? I feel tears falling from my eyes. I sit on the bathroom floor, my chest hurts I don't know how to explain it but im so confused I don't like this I want to leave.

Something falls out of my pocket.. I look to see what it is and it's a blade.. Oh. I pick it up and look at it. Wondering if I should use it again. Would it help the pain I'm feeling right now?

I pull up my sleeve and stare at my arm.. Scars. Fuck it's ugly it's weird it's disgusting I hate it I'm ruining myself. I'm not who I want to be..

I slide the blade across my wrist.. It feels relieving yet stings.. I have to go deeper.. Feel more..

...

I can't feel the pain so much anymore.. I look at my wrist to discover it's ful of blood dripping. So much. I quickly shove the blade in my pocket and wash my arm- it stings

"Ow" I say out loud. All of a sudden I hear foot steps. "Tweek..? You okay you have been in there for a while.. " it's craig. Thank god the door is locked.

"I'm fine.. " I dry my arm and open the door. "Tweek you okay?? " craig looks at me a bit worried. A slight frown on his face. "Uh yea I'm fine!" I rub my eyes, which are red and puffy from crying. "Tweek don't lie to me please I know you were crying." He steps closer to me and I see how much he's worried. "Oh yea just f-feeling a bit bad" I sigh and walk back to craigs room.

|| SORRY IT'S SO SHORT BUT I HAVE FALL BREAK OR SOMETHING SO I HAVE SOME DAYS OFF FROM SCHOOL <3 I HOPE THIS IS OKAY ||