Not a Fairytale/ You Can't Hide Forever

Sorry [12]

*Tweeks pov*

"Oh my!"
"W-what?!" I asked nervously
"I see... your greatest fear coming true.." the psychic lady told me. My eyes fell. I knew this was a bad idea, coming to a psychic, but I just felt lost, and I don't know what I was thinking.
I started sweating, she looked at me, her old face filled with wrinkles, her darker skin tone, and bright blue green eyes, that made you see all of the universe. Something about her said she was wise, but stupid. If that makes sense. Her eyes, that made you see the future, past, and present, looked at mine, they were filled with worry.
I couldn't imagine my worse fear coming true, but apparently it was going to. I started hyperventilating, I breath heavy and my eyes filled with tears, but I couldn't sob, I couldn't breath. Suddenly everything got dizzy and blurry. Then it was black.
I woke up, not sure how long later, with the lady standing over me. I coughed, and she backed up, holding a cigarette. I looked at her, she looked concerned. She opened her mouth to speak, but, I cut her off.
"Craig!!" I screamed, and stood up. She flinched at my voice.
Before she could stop me I ran off, as quick as I could. She seemed annoyed or something, but I didn't care.
Me head pounded and my head ached, I panted and stumbled along the train tracks, trying to get to Craig's house.
So it's pretty obvious my worse fear had to do with Craig, well it does, and my worse fear is if Craig killed himself. I mean, if your everything left you, and you had nothing, and were alone in a world you could barely survive even when you weren't alone, wouldn't you be scared?
I finally got to Craig's house, it seemed empty, but I had to look, because I couldn't think of anywhere else Craig would be.
I ran up the steps to his room, I looked down the hall to his room, and pushes open the door.
And there I saw Craig. He was sitting on his bed, legs crossed. His hat was off and his hoodie was unzipped. His hair was also a mess, he looked tired, it looked like their were tear stains on his face. But what caught my attention the most, was the bottle in his hand, a pill bottle, and he was staring at it, he looked like he didn't even notice I had barged into his room. It wasn't until then I had noticed a razor on his bed, that had fresh blood on it.
Tears streamed down my face.
"Craig..?" My voice cracked. He glanced up at me.
"Hey..." his voice sounded broken, and it was deeper than normal. After that we just sat in awkward silence. No one was sure if what to say or do.
Finally after five minutes I slowly walked over to Craig, he was looking down again.
"When was the last time you slept?" I asked.
"I've been awake for two days..." his voice was so dry. I finally sat next to him.
"Have you been eating or drinking?" Craig pointed to an empty beer bottle on his shelf.
"I had that..." he said quietly.
My eyes widened slightly, Craig hardly ever drank. And when he did it was because it was me and him, and he wanted to have some "fun".
"Craig..." I mumbled. He looked up at me, his eyes and head moving slowly. "Come on..." I said, and started to help him up. He didn't struggle, but it was because he was so weak, I knew if he had the choice he wouldn't come with me.
His shoulder was draped around me and I helped him down the steps. I set him down on the couch, and went to his kitchen to get him some food and water.
After a bit I came back, I had a sandwich and a glass of water. I set it in front of him.
"Please eat..." Craig looked up at me and slowly started eating. I smiled slightly.
I took off Craig's hoodie and saw fresh blood and deep cuts. I ran up the steps to get the hydrogen peroxide. I slowly started to clean Craig's cuts and bandage them up.
After I did that, and Craig had eaten, I sat down in front of him and looked him in the eye.
"Why..?" I mumbled
"I'm sorry..."
"Why did you do that? Were you going to-" I couldn't finish without tears appearing in my eyes.
"I was thinking about it." Craig admitted. I looked down.
"If I hadn't showed up, would you have..?"
"I don't know..."
"Am I not enough?" I asked, sounds heart broken and a bit angry.
"Tweek don't think of it like that-"
"Well then how am I supposed to think of it like Craig? Because you always say I'm the thing keeping you here! But if you still want to go, a-and-"
"It's not you that's not enough it's everything else!"
"B-but-!"
"I love you... but like I said before I'm not sure that's enough anymore."
"But it needs to! It needs to be enough Craig!"
"You don't understand!"
"I do though! And if I'm not enough for you then-"
"You are enough."
"Then w-why do you want to kill your self."
"You can't sit there and tell me you don't think about it!"
"I-I do but, I'm n-not gonna t-to!"
Craig looked at me, and suddenly grabbed my wrist, and pulled up my sleeve, which showed a cut going from my elbow to my hand. It was a large scar.
"You never tried, huh?" Craig scoffed.
I pulled my wrist away.
"I wasn't trying when I did that..." I muttered.
"Then what were you doing?"
"I was so mad when I did that I-I just did it to much... it was -ngh- an accident..."
"It's always an accident when people do it..."
"Don't be like that Craig..."
"No Tweek, I need you to understand!"
"Well I understand fine. I understand that I'm not enough..."
"Tweek-"
"I love you Craig Tucker, but until you realize that you are still worth it..." I started sobbing.
"What are you saying..?"
"This isn't a break up... but I can't keep worrying about you... it's hurting me a lot.."
"Tweek... no..." Craig's eyes filled with tears.
"I j-just can't..."
"Please..."
"I'm sorry... for everything." With that I walked out, sobbing.
On my way home, I saw the one and only, Eric Cartman. My eyes widened and I saw him smirk.