Sometimes Love is Fate, Fate is Always Cruel

Chapter Four

Turning the knobs on the shower, the squeaking followed by the water seemed to calm his nerves for only a moment. Soon his body would be cleansed of whatever disgusting trash was on him. He tore off his clothes, he was desperate to be clean, his body trembling more so than it usually does. The shower was already letting off steam and as soon as he was completely undressed he was in there. Scorching hot water ran over his entire body, he paid no attention to how much it actually hurt, he was rather accustomed to this. His body was beginning to turn red where the water hit, he grabbed his shampoo. He began scrubbing his hair with his nails, so hard it was almost certain he had to of drawn blood somewhere. Rinsing that out he grabbed his bath sponge and poured a large amount of soap onto it. He began scrubbing every inch of his skin, not missing one little area, until it was raw.

Tweek finally turned off the water, he knew what he would look like. And he was most certain if anyone was here they would be laughing at him and calling him a lobster. He grabbed his towel and dried off, dressing into his lounge wear. Baggy sweatpants and form fitting t-shirt. They were rather comfortable to him. Carefully stepping over the dirty clothes he went to his room and put on his gloves, he had many boxes. Then grabbing a small bag he went back to the bathroom and picked up the clothes items putting them in there. He found no use in trying to salvage the articles of clothing, and today he was too physically and mentally drained to actually burn them. Carrying them to the dumpster after slipping on some sandals, he tossed the back in followed by the gloves and went back inside.

It was then he realized the house was empty, it always was though. His parents often didn't come home. He had no one. And he would prefer it that way. There was no one to beat him, mock him, or nag at him. He was free of any form of bullying for a while, he could let his mind rest. He gritted his teeth as he went to the kitchen to make some coffee, the boy never slept as it was. His insomnia often caused most of the problems he had. However he froze as he opened the cupboard. There was a note:

Tweek, honey, if you're reading this we are out of coffee. But no worries, I left you the keys to the cafe, we are gone for the yearly coffee convention but we will be bringing you back your favorites! Love you dear, Mom.

Tweek groaned, usually he wouldn't care but today he did. He didn't want to walk three miles to the cafe and risk a run in with Craig and his posse. So with that, he went to his personal cabinet and opened it, pill bottles full of different pills were everywhere. He had too many different types of medicines, that he could almost barely keep track. He reached to the top, after having to climb onto the counter and took out a pill bottle. Upon checking the expiration date he was relieved to see they were still good. This was the one pill he never took, but today...he figured he'd give it a try. He opened the bottle, shaking seven pills out into his hand. Grimacing as he got a small glass of water, he popped them and then washed them down with the water.

Heading up the stairs he went into his room, it was spotless aside from the coffee mugs everywhere. He made a mental note to clean those tomorrow. Crawling into bed and making himself as comfortable as he could, he waited patiently. Hoping the sleeping medicine would soon kick in and he could get some much needed sleep.