Not a Fairytale/ You Can't Hide Forever

I Wont Do It [5]

*Craigs pov*

Me and Tweek started home, I held his hand tightly. He kept twitching and glancing over his shoulder, looking back in the direction of the school. I don't blame him, if I were alone, I'd be doing the same thing. My face was feeling better, and my arm ached, but I had Tweek pop it back in place yesterday, so it'll get better soon.
"Tweek, you gonna be ok today?" I deadpanned.
"Y-yeah, I'll be fine." He said, twitching a bit. The reason I had asked was because I had to come home today, and couldn't be with Tweek. My dad wanted to talk to me, but I knew what talk really meant. And it wasn't good.
"Good." I stated flatly.
"Are you -gah- gonna -ngh- be o-ok?" I thought for a minute.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." I looked at Tweek, who was frowning. He knew what talk meant, so he was worried about me too. 

Before I could do anything else, Tweek wrapped his arms around my torso. I petted his head and pulled him closer to me.
"I love you." I said quietly, Tweek looked up at me, his warm hazel eyes meeting my icy blue ones.
"I love you too."

I was almost home, when Tweek suddenly jumped.
"GAH! SHIT!" He yelled, tripping a bit and almost falling.
"What?" I asked, stepping closer to him.
"Shit man! I'm s-supposed to work today! I -EEK- f-forgot!" He started to panic, and breath heavy, so I did the only thing a sensible boyfriend would do. I grabbed his collar and kissed him.

His twitching seemed to slow, so I pulled back.
"You better go now." I said, showing no emotion. He blushed and smiled a bit.
"B-bye Craig!" He yelled before running off to the café. I smiled as I watched him scurry to the shop. He was so cute.

I walked the rest of the short distance to my house, and right as I got to the porch I heard something.
"Look it's the fag!" I recognized that voice as Clyde Donavan, he was a crybaby and he was pretty dumb, and I could probably take him. But Token Black was by his side, I knew I was no match.

I opened the door to my house and ran in before he could catch me, only to be greeted my My angry family. My sister, dad, and mom all sat in the couch looking at me.
"Hey." I said, walking to the stairs.
"Not so fast." My dad growled. I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Yeah?" I asked, turning towards him. He looked angry as hell when he stood up.

I stayed planted in my spot, I knew if I didn't fight, then it'll all go by quicker. My dad moved closer to me, then once he was in reach, he grabbed my neck, and slammed me against the wall. I grunted lightly, but tried to show no emotion.
"Your a disgrace." He spat. I couldn't help but to flip him off, he couldn't see my hand though, so it did nothing. Before I knew it, he had thrown me to the ground and kicked the shit out of me. He kicked my stomach, face, and he even kicked my junk once or twice. I was bleeding in multiple places, mostly my face.

My dad gave me one last kick and walked away. My mom and sister, Ruby followed him. But they couldn't just leave, they just had to hurt me too. My mom gave me the most hurt look of disgust and disappointment that I've ever seen, it almost hurt more than the kicks. And Ruby just spit on me, and waddled into the kitchen.

Once they had gone to the other room, I got up. I didn't bother getting food or going to the dinner table, I knew they wouldn't let me have any food, they never did. I slowly walked up the steps, limping slightly as I did so. I got to my room and saw my Guinea pig, Stripe in his cage, looking happy as ever. I smiled at him.

Stripe was lucky. He didn't have to worry about things people worry about, he had a simple life, oh how I envied him. I then moved over to the mirror in my room, examining my new cuts. They looked pretty bad, but who the fuck cares? I then looked at my facial features. I was such a let down. And that's all I'll ever be. My thoughts traced back to the other day, I remembered saying how I couldn't go on like this. It was true, I couldn't, but I had to stay, for Tweek. Couldn't Tweek just meet me in the after life, or whatever the fuck comes after death?

I glanced around the room, I saw the drawer I kept my pills in. Or should I say my ticket out. I walked over and took them out of the drawer, I kept them there for god knows how long. Suicide was always on my mind, and having them here, having a way out, it helped me. But looking at them now just made me want to take them, and end it right here.

But I won't do it, not unless Tweek does it with me. That's another thing I've thought about. Me and Tweek committing suicide together. I know he'd never, but to me, it's a happy thought. I mean, when I think about it, isn't suicide self defense? You kill the person who was trying to kill you, it which case that's yourself.

I made myself laugh out loud at that thought. I put the pills back into their rightful spot, and sat on the bed, laying down. At least I know there's a way out, always.

Do not commit suicide! I know this chapter talked about it, but I'm telling you DO NOT DO IT! Ok? Ok good. Have a lovely day, peace out nerds :3