Not a Fairytale/ You Can't Hide Forever

Statement [9]

*Wendy's pov*

"Clyde was there, and saw the whole thing! He said he was gonna kill Tweek." Bebe wined as we wandered the hallways before school started. Apparently yesterday, Bebe was at the coffee shop, and Tweek dropped coffee on her. Clyde saw the whole thing, and to win Bebe back, he was going to beat Tweek up.
"Bebe," I started, "I wouldn't be to worried, Clyde is all talk, and chances are Tweek won't be at school today." Bebe sighed.
"I guess your right. But I'm still a little nervous, because when you mentioned it the other day, I don't like the bullying that's been going on."
"Yeah, but like I said, I'm sure Tweek will be fine. No need for worry." Bebe smiled a bit.
"Thanks. And um, there was something I wanted to talk to you about."

I closed my locker door, grabbing my books out and turning my head to face Bebe.
"Yeah what is-?" I stopped mid-sentence, looking just behind Bebe. She got a confused look on her face before finally turning around to see what I was staring at.

Her mouth hung open. It was Craig. But he was different. Instead of his regular old blue hoodie, he had on a bright, rainbow colored shirt, with the word "pride" written on it. Craig was earning stares and gasps form almost everyone, but he held his head high, and kept walking, acting like nothing was different.

Thoughts started filling my head, mainly, what the hell was he doing?! My mind started telling me to stop him before he gets hurt. I knew that I should've just left it alone. But that's not what I did.

Once Craig got close to us, without thinking, I grabbed his arm and pulled him to me.
"Craig what are you doing?!" I whispered harshly. He looked taken back.
"Making a statement." He replied simply.
"Craig your gonna-"

I cursed my stupid actions, because what happened next was awful. I was interrupted by the one and only Eric Cartman.
"Well well well." He said. Me, Craig, and Bebe all turned out heads. I dropped Craig's arm out of fear.
"Wendy, what are you doing?" Asked Stan, who was next to Eric. I was at a loss for words.
"I was-" before I could finish, I was interrupted again.
"Helping the fag?" Eric finished. I shook my head, but it went unnoticed.
"Wendy, just leave I can handle this in my own." Craig whispered to me through gritted teeth.
"No!" I yelled louder than I intended, and if people weren't watching me, they were now.
"What?" Eric and Craig asked almost simultaneously.
"I said no! I'm sick of this!" I yelled again. Bebe looked at me weird.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"I-I-" before I said more, I felt my eyes well up, people stared at me, and I couldn't help myself. I ran out of the school and all the way home.

I opened the door to my house and slammed it shut. I hadn't realized how out of breath I was until I stopped running. My face was smeared with tears. I was mad and scared. I didn't know what I had done back there, but I knew it wasn't good.

I sat in the couch and sobbed. It was painful the feelings I felt. I wanted to let all my anger out, and then I got the idea again.

I ran to my room, pulling out my razor blade I kept in my dresser. I was mad and wasn't thinking clearly. I grabbed the blade and pulled up my sleeve and cut. I cut fast, making marks up my arm. I didn't know how many I made, but they didn't seem to bad.

My tears started to disappear and my breathing slowed. I looked down at my arm again, it was worse than I had first seen. Blood poured over my arms, dripping all over the floor. I gasped and panicked.

I didn't mean to do that.

I ran down stairs and into the kitchen to clean up. But then there was a knock at the door. I didn't need to see the person to know who it was.

Bebe.