I ran a thin hand through my hair, moreout of habit than the suffocating guilt that I felt.
My mother's tired eyes stared at me,shining with unshed tears.
"I just want to know why Tweek. Is that so hard to ask?Can't you please tell yourmotherand I why you were in Stark'sPond to begin with?" My dad's calm voice cracked a little.
For nearly an hour, my parents have been trying to get me to open up. They didn't know why I
had been at the Pond that night, and I sure as hell wasn't going to tell them that I had willingly
jumped in.
I wasn't suicidal, I was drunk and depressed. A bad combination for a jumpy,twitchy, sad boy.
“I said it was an accident!” I was gripping my hair hard now, trying fiercely to get them to believe
my alibi, yet they wouldn't budge. “Jesus Christ! It was an accident.”
My Dad released yet another sigh. “We really wanted you to admit this yourself, Tweek, but the
doctors told us there was alcohol in your system. That doesn't sound like an accident to me,
son. That sounds like a problem.” He crossed his arms across his chest.
Guess he was playing the bad cop here. I fidgeted in my seat for a moment, biting back an
annoyed yelp.
I took a calming breath, and laid my head down on the cool kitchen table.
I was sweating awfully, both from the heater that my mom turned up to the highest degree she
could, and the anxiety that was coursing through me.
Not to mention this pressure was making me feel sick. “I didn't mean…” I started out carefully, “I
didn't m-mean to go to the p-pond that night. I was drunk, o-out of my mind, and c-confused.”
My face was still pressed to the table, fearful of my parents reaction.
“Honey,” My mother breathed, “Why were you drinking to begin with?”
I tilted my head to the side, my blonde hair shrouding my face from their view. My cheeks felt
warm, and my chest was tight.
I chewed my lip for a second, until I let a choked sob erupt from my lungs like a great noise of
regret, and despair.
My parents were on their feet in a moment, their warm embrace encircling me like a vice; and
for the first time, I was not comforted by their hugs. My mother whispered sweet little words, my Father patted my hair.
I wanted nothing but for myself to disappear. I didn't understand why they were so caring.
I was
reckless, unthinking, and stupid. I didn't deserve their comfort right now, I craved for them to
yell, scream, to see their faces turn red and purple and pale from anger.
I am weak though, and the words and explanations, and sorrow tumbled off my tongue in a
jumble of a half-confession-half-story.
My mother dialed up a therapist.
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