I Just Cant Stop (A Creek FanFic)

|Chapter 2|

Warning:Cutting, Drinking (Kinda), Loss(A little) Swearing
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Tweek's P.O.V

As I got off the bus I took another sip out my drink, the strong flavor of vodka running down my throat.

"Tweek wait up"

I sigh in annoyance hearing Craig. I didn't want to be mean to him but I just had to. We were best friends and did everything together it was the most fun iv had until...

...mom passed away when i was 17, everything just broke apart from there, My dad started to drink and hated me, he told me it was my fault she died. Apparently I was a mistake and he didn't want me...now I get beating up by him ever since, That's why I have so many bruises, I had to stop hanging around my friends, Craig...everyone.

That's when I started to drink and do drugs...and you know cut, It was the only thing I could turn to, To take the pain away from the inside.

"Tweek" I heard him call again making me snap out my trance and run. I couldn't face him not the way i am now.

I could hear him yelling my name, almost in a plead. I just blocked it out and ran into the bathroom. I locked the door and closed my eyes tight as my head rested on the door for a second before placing my bag and thermos down before opening up my bag.

((Warning Cutting, If you are seriously bothered by this please skip until I say its stopped which will be in bold xx))

I placed my hand in the bag as I pulled out the small switch blade. I sat down on the toilet and pulled up my sleeve were my wrist already showed some of few slits healing over.

"O-one" I whispered to myself as I placed the sharp metal blade on my pale skin and slowly dragged it across wincing a little as it pierced and opened some of the wounds that were already there already drawing small amounts of blood.

'T-two" I counted as I did it again.

"T-three..." And again

" f-four-

((You can read on now its over))

"Tweek?"

"G-gah!" I dropped the blade as I looked up. "W-who nggh w-who...i-is it!?"

"Dude its me Craig, What are you doing in there?"

Why did he come here!?!. I quickly stood up pulling down my sleeve and grabbing my bag and blade. I quickly hide it and picked up my thermos before opening the door.

"J-just F-fuck off Craig!" I yelled walking past him but I stopped when I felt something grabbed my wrist.

Craig's P.O.V

"J-just F-fuck off Craig!" He yelled and walked past me but I quickly grabbed his wrist so he wouldn't go.

"Tweek...come on just talk me" I said almost like I was begging.

I felt him tense up as he took a breath and ripped his arm away from me.

"I-i said f-fuck off!"

And with that he ran out. I just stood there as he ran, It did hurt when he told me to fuck off again but what hurt me more was that he wasn't telling me what the hell was going on.

I turned round and noticed drops of blood on the floor, I went to expect it but the bell rang so I had to go.

"...Tweek why can't you just tell me what's going on..."

Tweek's P.O.V

I sat down at my desk as everyone started to fill the class up. I placed my thermos on my desk close to me and placed my earphone's in. I blasted Melanie Martinez "Cry Baby".

At the corner of my eye I noticed "him" sit down on the desk beside me. I just sighed and kept my attention to the front of the class until I got hit with something. I looked beside me and saw a paper ball on the floor that's when I looked up and glared at Craig as he had a small smirk plastered on his lips.

I rolled my eyes picking it up quickly and opened it noticing words written on it.

~Want to hang out after school?~

I smiled slightly but then my face dropped. Dammit no I can't I have work and I told myself I wouldn't hang around with him anymore.

I wrote down my reply and flung it back to him as it hit his face making me laugh. He just glared at me playfully flipping me off in the process and opened it

~Sorry...I can't I need to go to work~

His face dropped slightly reading it and wrote down something as he flung it. Obviously I saw it coming and caught it.

~Aww okay, Maybe next time text me though... Please

I knew I was going to regret this but I took my phone out, I copied his number from the paper into it and saved it.

{Tweek}
↪There happy

I took a glimpse and saw a smile, A "real" smile on his lips as he texted back.

{Craig}
↪Very

A small smile plastered on my lips as I put my phone away.

"That guy"