You Make Me Sick [ Staig ]

-9-You Make Me Sick-9-

[please read along with the song above]

Craig felt his shoulders begin to tremble after hearing this, looking down at his messy head of dark hair as his negative feelings and thoughts all came to a stop. No. He couldn't let him in like this.

He suddenly shoved him away, feeling tears form in his eyes.
Why did that hurt so much?
He looked at Stans regretful expression, making his breath catch in his throat.
"Are you still trying to fucking hurt me? Can't you tell I want you fucking gone so I don't have to think about you anymore?" He spoke, his voice laced unintentionally with tenderness.

Stan was making him break yet again. This feeling was so fucking horrible. It felt like thousands of pins and needles were being pricked into his throat, and he hated it. He watched Stan try to step towards him again, his expression bearing one that you would never expect to be capable of mirth, yet at the same time seemed to be full of so much understanding and reassurance.

He hated that look. It was the same one he gave him on the day he was found. Craig suddenly lashed out, slamming his fist into his ribs. He then shoved him against the sinks, feeling tears beginning to fall down his face as he grabbed him and kept him pinned there. Stans expression was shocked now, and he wasn't even able to recover from the first blow just yet.

"Stop.. Stop trying to be so caring. It fucking hurts." Craig choked out, his rise of strength suddenly faltering as his hands began to tremble as they gripped Stans jacket.
"I said so many shitty things and you're still trying. I hate it." He weakly sobbed, looking down at the noirette through a blur of tears. He couldn't see his expression but he didn't care anymore.

"Why can't you just stay with Wendy and leave me alone?" He whispered, burying his face in Stans chest. He hated that he wasn't saying anything. And he hated even more that he wasn't doing anything.

Stan quietly stares at him for a moment, feeling the other boy tremble against him so heartbreakingly. Craig was so vulnerable deep down and he hated that he put him in a state like this even if it was unwillingly. He slowly wrapped his arms around him, his back painfully pressing again the rim of the sink and his ribs aching from the blow. He solemnly looked up at the ceiling of the bathroom, not knowing how to respond, so he just let Craig cry.

He had so many things he wanted to say but they all escaped him at this moment, his thoughts were paralyzed at the sound of a Craig's weak and tired sobs echoing against the bathroom walls. It made him feel so sick; so hurt.

"I love you." Stan quietly spoke up, hearing the sobs devolve into lagged breaths as Craig tried to calm himself down. It was as if he hadn't even heard him at first.
"Stop lying to me." He responded groggily, keeping his face buried his chest. He sounded so defensive and hurt yet so unwilling to fight anymore. Stan softly lifted his head to look down at Craig's head of tousled hair draping down onto his jacket, staying still.

"I didn't want to hurt you." He softly continued. Craig dismissively shook his head, not wanting to hear this.
"Stop. It happened." He managed to steady his voice, but he still could feel a tight sinking feeling in his chest as he casted his gaze down onto the tile flooring, brows softly stitching together. He hoped deep down that the things he was hearing were true but he just couldn't bring himself to believe it.

"You lied. You gained my trust when you knew you didn't deserve it." He softly gripped his jacket, his voice quiet. He felt Stans body tense up a bit, until he was pushed up and suddenly made to look at him now that his face was being held by his hand. He wanted to smack him away but he couldn't bring himself to fight anymore, so he just looked into the saturnine eyes he used to be able to admire. He felt so weak like this, it was pathetic. Battling with his heart and body was just too draining after doing it for so long.