Not Such a Bad Guy: Eric Cartman x Reader

Chapter Eleven

"Ack, now I have to wash myself...I'd hate to get any diseases she's carrying," Eric complained.

At that moment, I saw pure evil in his eyes.

Everyone aroud him laughed at his stupid joke.  It had all became too much for me, that I ran.  I ran all the way to my empty house.

That was a big mistake on my part.

 I felt so much rage go though me. So many bad thoughts.  It became overwhelming.  I had to get them out.

I went to the kitched and grabbed a steak knife.  I pressed the dull blade against my wrist.

Finally, I came back to my senses.  Shocked by what had became of me, I threw the knife into the sink.  I looked at my once clean wrist and saw a small cut like scratch that wasn't even deep enough to bleed.  Out of no where, my stomach started to turn.  I rushd to the sink and let out what little food I had in me.  A single tear escaped me, as I held my wrist and slid to the floor to just stare into nothinginess.

It's amazing how long a person can stare into nothinginess, looking for answers to questions they don't even know they are asking.

I stayed like that for hours, and probably would've stayed longer if my mom hadn't came home on her lunch break.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing home?" she asked.

The sound of her voice instanly shot me back to reality. 

"Oh hi mom," I panicked. "I, um, didnt feel so well at school so I came home, and I threw up."

As I got off the floor, I instanly hid my arm which hardly had a mark on it.

She frowned, "Is that why the school called?  You don't look to well either.  Why don't you lay down?  I'll call the school back."

I went into my room and snuggled under the covers in hopes I could hide there for the rest of my life. 

It was at that moment the Kyle, those girls I had called my friends, Clyde, the stupid fucking video, Cartman's comments- none of it mattered. The only thing I could concern myself with was this tiny little cute on my arm. 

I've heard of people like this, but I am not one of them.  I can't be one of those people that does this to themselves.  I can never let this happen again.

That was easier said than done...