Smile. A sad creek one-shot

Smile

Warning I wrote this in a frantic frenzy on a random limb so Probably has bad grammar and spelling. This is also very sad and triggering you have been warned.                                                          -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------he was gone. 14 years of loving him, and not being able to confess or say good bye. he was gone as quickly as when he was here. I twitched like normal, as I walked down the snow paved road towards Stark's pond. My blond hair a wreck, the only person to ever say other was. My mind was blank. The night was perfect the snow falling from the dark starry cloudless sky. I could almost see his blue winter hat with small pieces of his beautiful raven black hair, his stoic look with no emotion. I had always seen through his stupid mask. He was a human despite what rumors were spread about the hallways of our school. I could see right through him. Unlike the rest, I always knew how he was feeling. I always smiled at how shocked he was every time I read his facial features correctly. I didn't cry at the thought of him. It was too late for crying, I had already lost every tear in my body when I hear what had happened. My best friend. Gone. He was the most beautiful being alive to me. He was strong and I admired that in him. He was kind when you least expected regardless of his tough guy act. He didn't give a shit about anything. He was everything I ever needed in this life. He was the only face I looked forwards to seeing. Not my drunk mothers. Not my abusive fathers. Not my hateful teacher. Not the bullies at school. Not the strangers who gave me strange looks. His face was the reason I woke up for. I lived happily for fourteen years even though I was beaten up, neglected, and over all hated. I was close to ending my life before he showed up. That's when everything changed and suddenly I was accepted even if it was only a single human being. I arrived at the park and a smile crawled onto my lips. Now and only now did a let a tear stream down my face as I stood right in front of the pond where I stood only fourteen years ago. I pulled a gun out my pocket that had never gotten the chance to leave my pocket last time.

~flash back~

I looked out at the pond. I twitched again. I scowled at it. I was a freak! I was worthless, and every other thing they had called me. They had always been right about me and they always will be. "You should just go kill yourself twitch! No one would even care! Hell most of us would celebrate! Your mom would bring bears and we'd all party!" They were right they would. At least I know I am doing something beneficial to them. Maybe after I'm gone they'll show just the slightest bit of gratitude towards me for doing it finally. I felt my lip twisted into a crooked smile and I felt the cold black metal of the gun in my pocket. I pulled out of slightly just to shove it back into my pocket after hearing a stern and cold voice. "Pretty pond." It commented. "I-I-I guess." I twitched. "Hey, you ok you're twitching kid. I looked up into cold bored eyes. I almost fell back when I saw something just beneath the surface. Was that worry? No one ever worried about me. I felt cold tears fall from my eyes. I ran up to him and pulled him into a hug. He seemed shocked and fell to the ground. I laid on top of sobbing into his shoulder. I was more shocked than he was. I wasn't twitching. For once in my life, I felt safe. I knew right there and then I would gladly die for him. " I don't know what happened to you kid. But who ever screwed you up to this extent is fucked up." He said wrapping his strong arms around me slowly stroking my messy yellow hair. I learned that he didn't talk much, and he learned I talked a lot. I told him everything, and why I hugged him. After I told him that no one had shown concern told me ever. He looked shocked and questioned how I knew what he was thinking. I said he was readable. He hugged me after that. I felt my shoulder get damp but he didn't show emotion in his face or voice. It was as if he didn't even see the tears running down his face. He was made me forget completely forget what I wanted to do there in the first place. I smiled at his strong stoic face that was completely compromised by the tears streaming down his cheeks. He seemed slightly shocked and smiled. He must've noticed my shock and smile slightly more. "Damn, your smile's contagious, kid," He said tenderly. I wiped the shocked look on my face off and beamed in happiness. We were best friends after that. I made a valid effort to smile every single day after that.

~end of flashback~

I held the gun to my head. I should be the one dead not him. I was too weak I couldn't move. I was useless.

~flash back~

"You worthless fag! No one loves you especially not me!" my father said as he kicked me in the stomach. I was coughing up blood. I smiled even though I was being beaten to death. Today was the second time I saw him smile I thought. "You think this is funny!" He yelled grabbing my once blonde locks that now look more on a dark red or pink and pulling me towards his face. I beamed at him and got another kick to the gut before he smashed my face into his knee. I head my nose break but ignored it. I had broken so many bones before during my beating I could hardly feel pain. My body reacted on its own though. My brain would numb all feeling in times like these as its only defense. Even so, I still bleed and break. I heard a knock at the door and continued to smile as my dad threw my head against the ground nearly knocking me out. "I'll be there in a second. He called from his bedroom. He changed his clothes and quickly washed off his face so there was no visible remaining blood. He ran down stairs and answered the door. I felt the dread kick in as soon as I heard his dead pan voice, It was so familiar to me now. "Is Twitches here?" He asked my dad in a bored tone. "He's busy at the moment." My dad dead panned right back. I hoped he believed my dad and left. My dad was dangerous. He used to be in a big gang and even killed some people. It's actually why we moved to south park. He needed to get away from them. "Bull shit." I heard him say carelessly to my father. I could hear my father's growl. "Get the hell out of my house." He said on a dark tone all too familiar to me. "Not 'till a talk to Tweek." He said in a teasing voice. I heard his steps getting closer to my room. I heard the door open. "Why is Tweek not in his room." He growled at my father. "You asked for this kid. I heard a lot of loud noises and tried to drag myself to the hallway. "Got... to... save him." I coughed out. The door was yanked open. I looked passed the boy in front of me at my father who seemed to be unconscious. "That ASSHOLE!!!" he yelled when He saw my broken and bloody state. He knelt down next to me and pulled me into his lap. "B-But I'll... get blood." I choked out nervously. "Shhh... I'm ok, I am going to take you to the hospital and everything will be alright." I smiled softly at him before clutching his shirt and digging my face into it. He hugged back and I smiled. I smiled until his arms fell limp. What? I looked up and saw my father towering above a dead body that belonged to the love of my life. "Fag..." My dad said quietly before falling to the ground. I grabbed my friend pulling him into my lap and removing his blue hat. "Wake up! Wake up! Please...I need this... I need you!" I cried and cried until I had no tears left. My father and my best friend had both died. I was in the hospital for weeks. I didn't get to say good bye.

~end of flashback~

I felt the cold barrel on my skin and smiled. Just for him. I only smile for Craig Tucker who was the love of my life.