Reawoken Flames 《{ CraigxTweek }》

Chapter 4: The Apartment

December 15th

"Fatass, get out of my bed," I grumbled as I strolled into my bedroom.

Cartman growled and groaned. "Make me, faggot."

I picked up an empty beer bottle off the ground, waving it in the air. "Get up or I smash this bottle into your skull."

Cartman sighed and quite literally rolled off of the bed. "Fine, fine." He cracked his back and wobbled out to the living room.

I sighed and dropped the bottle at my feet. "Stupid pig." Changing out of my work uniform, I flopped onto my bed and switched on the TV.

I looked out the open bedroom door. Cartman was already fast asleep on the couch with the TV blaring. My head started to lightly pound, and my hands were shaking. I slipped my hand underneath the bed, pulling out half a six pack of beer. "Thank God he didn't find you." I smiled as I pulled one of the beers out of the carton and pulled off the top. I stared at it for a moment before closing my eyes.

"C-Craig, stop it! You've been d-drinking again!" I heard Sadie yell.

"Shut up!" I screamed, and the crash of glass shocked me out of my trance. I looked around and back to the living room. Fat-ass was still fast asleep.

I shook my head and stared at the bottle again.

"You've been drinking again." This time, it was Tweek's voice.

I clenched my fist around the bottle. "No... No, I haven't!" I threw the beer bottle at the wall and pulled my knees to my chest. "I haven't been drinking! I haven't! I haven't!"

"Sadie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"You're a monster, Craig! Stay away from me! No, don't touch me!"

"Sadie please!"

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." I rocked myself back and forth. I grabbed another beer from the carton and popped the top off. "I need this, I really do." I covered my mouth. "But..."

I shook violently, looking at the other bottle and grabbing it, taking off the cap as well. "Enough is enough. This ends now." I stood up, ran to the kitchen and stared down the drain as I dumped the contents of the bottles down it, the poison that had once hastened my happiness now flowed from its chassis and down a spiraling abyss, like one that it would have taken me down.

I sat the bottles down on the counter and started hauling ass, taking a giant black garbage bag with me. I grabbed every glass bottle I found, dumping the filled ones and trashing the empty ones. I trashed every single alcoholic beverage I could find in the fridge and dumped the pot stash I had hidden on the top shelf of a cabinet.

I finally felt like I was accomplishing something. However, every time I picked up a half-filled beer bottle, I wanted to chug it but every time I forced himself to pour it down the drain I felt bile hit the back of my throat. "Oh god... don't throw up." Whispered to himself as I swallowed, I felt my hands grow shakier, and my skin started to crawl.

I crumbled to the ground, suddenly feeling out of breath. My head was pounding like someone was hitting the side of my brain with a hammer. I shakily pulled out my phone, turning on the bright screen made the pounding worse but I found my way to Google.

"Symptoms of withdrawal."

"Anxiety"

"Shaky Hands"