~Clyde's pov. Friday, 11:00 Pm~
Everything changes... I know that for sure. Looking at the ceiling, trying to get my mind off of the one person that's breaking me...
'He wouldn't miss you.'
'He loves watching you suffer.'
'She loves him. He loves her. Where are you?'
'Why not do everyone a favor and die!'
'Just a worthless Crybaby!'
'No one will love you.'
The voices... They might be right. No one wants to be with me... Token left and didn't feel bad... He's gone and he probably thinks I'm just a fool...
He wouldn't miss me. No one would
~Token's pov. Friday, 11:00 Pm~
Why does Nicole want so much lately? It's weird... I know what happens when she doesn't get her way, which makes me sad. I know how Clyde gets when he gets sad...
Oh no...
I sat up and grabbed my phone, texting Nicole instantly.
Token: Nicole? I have a question
Nicole: Yes, Token?
Token: Why are you asking me for so much? You know I need to check on Clyde. He was the only person I wasn't able to talk to because of...
'Oh my god...'
Nicole: Well, just letting you know that I have no idea...
Token: Don't lie to me!
She didn't text back. God, I feel so bad! He probably isn't up right now. I stopped texting Nicole, but, tomorrow morning, I'm texting him, basically my son.
"Don't think I forgot you, baby."
~Back to Clyde. 11:30~
The voices... they're right. No one would remember me. No one would care for me. No one cares about me, so why should I care about them?!
The one person that I trust... left me. Forgot about me. Used me. Left me broken and hurt. I grabbed the blade from underneath my bed, slightly rusted, old, but sharp... the one that I need is sharp.
I rolled up my pajama sleeve, but first, chipped off the rust that got in the way of the blade. Putting it up to my wrist...
Blood drips...
Cut one. Being a crybaby.
Another sting of pain...
Cut two. Being useless.
Swift movement of the blade...
Cut three. Being weak.
Moving the other pajama sleeve up, swapping the blade to my other hand.
More blood from the other side...
Cut four. Not being able to stop her.
Tears fall harshly...
Cut five. Still being alive.
More pain...
Cut six. Being worthless.
I cry, holding the blade tightly in my hand. Stained blood on my pants and shirt. Getting what I deserved...
I check under my bed again to see the bandaids. Taking them, I wrapped them around my arms, the new cuts. Three of the six cuts were deep, making more blood spell out of them.
Blood stains on the floor... tear stains down my cheeks... cracks in my heart... and pain in my soul...
'The world wouldn't care if you were here...'
'They all want you gone.'
'Don't make them suffer anymore.'
'Just join your mom in Hell! That's where you're going!'
The voices continue on. Laying down in bed, I can't sleep. Listening to them, tears falling harder. Soon, crying myself to sleep...
'Everything changes... sometimes... I wish for everything to end... nothing would change then...'
37 minuets of writing this and I'm crying. Alright, sorry if I made you cry. ;-; bye
- Eric Cartman -
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Fading Too Quickly
Fanfiction(Previous title; "Fading (Tyde (South Park))") Ever since Nicole and Token got together, he has forgotten about the one person that needed him the most, Clyde. He's always caught up in what Nicole wants that he forgets that Clyde is breaking inside...
