Sippy Cup (South Park)

Chapter 3| Tweek

It's been almost an hour. I had texted Craig as soon as I agreed to helping Clyde, lying to him. I hate lying to him, as he doesn't deserve to be lied to after all he's been through. But, I feel as if I had to. I told him I was helping Clyde with some maths homework, so he didn't randomly come over to Clyde's house looking for me to see this.

He shouldn't need to see anymore blood spilled. He shouldn't witness something so horrific and twisted.

And as long as Craig lived, he won't witness or experience anything horrible again. I'll make sure of it.

I'm pulled back into the sick reality of the situation with the foul stench of Bebe's blood. The blood that I'm covered in. So far, all Clyde and I have managed to do it bleach the knife and replace it in the holder.

We have spent most of the time discussing what to do with her body. It felt, disgusting to talk of someone like that. Bebe was alive, only hours ago, and we were arguing over how to dispose of her.

After thirty long minutes, we managed to agree that burying her would be the best thing to do. Burying her under the flower bed in Clyde's garden. Clyde had a shed with shovels, and we would take the flowers out of the ground carefully, and replace them back over her once she was buried under the earth.

It was almost like a grave for her, with the flowers above.

Currently, I'm waiting for Clyde. I feel myself shaking as I stand and stare at the deceased Bebe. Then it hits me, as I stare at my dead classmate it hits me, hard.

The overwhelming feeling of sadness. Tears build up in my eyes, and trail down my cheeks, one after the other. I don't stop them, because I don't see the point. She deserves to be grieved, and Clyde hasn't spilled any tears over her death (from what I know).

That is surprising, since Clyde is known to cry over everything.

I crouch down to Bebe's level, grimacing at the smell of her blood. I try to forget the fact that I'm standing in another person's blood, but the thought continually swims in my mind. I shakily reach my hand toward her, and shut her eyes and close her mouth.

A few tears drip from my chin onto Bebe's blood stained cheek, clearing a small spec of blood. More tears roll down my cheeks as I wipe her chin with my sleeve, cleaning off all of the blood.

Then Clyde returns, his eyes tinged with red. It tells me that he does have a heart, that he's been crying over the death of his ex girlfriend. Although the situation is one of a depressing nature, the fact that Clyde had been crying comforts me in some way.

It tells me he actually cares, and that he didn't kill her in cold blood.

Clyde's carrying a white sheet. He approaches me, walking slowly as to not step in any blood, unlike me. He smiles through a few tears that roll down his cheeks.

"Thank you for doing that." He whispers, and I look up at him confused, until I realise what he thanked me for.

"It's what she d-deserves." I say back with the same tone, and I watch as Clyde then proceeds to lay the sheet upon the floor, away from any blood.

Clyde runs his hands over the sheet, ridding it of any creases. I watch him silently, the only noise in the whole of the house being Clyde's shaky breaths. Then, he looks at me, clearly uncomfortable.

"I-I.. I know it's a lot to ask," he begins hesitantly, his hands cupped in his lap as he sits back on his legs. "But.. I don't want to drag her. Can you please.. pick her up? Then place her over here?" He motions to the sheet.

I look down at Bebe's lifeless body as Clyde's request washes over me. He wants me to.. pick her up? To carry her? I've never touched a dead body before! What if it changes me?! Scars me for life?! I gulp.