He's perfect. (You're not) I Don't care. (He doesn't care about you) I'll make him care. (He'll run from you) No, he won't. (They all do) I know. (He thinks your a freak) I love him. (He HATES you) "GAH SHUT UP." Grabbing a fistful of my messy blond hair I pulled, I could feel strands being torn out but I didn't stop. I relished this pain it told me I was still here and alive. I twitched constantly, hearing the whispers of the kids watching. "What a spaz." "Weirdo." "Freak." (Why not kill them?) I don't care about their pointless insults, no, it's this stupid voice that won't leave me alone! I just want him to stop... (You're a monster) Trembling I dug my nails in my arm almost to the point of drawing blood. "Hey Tweek are you okay?" I felt a hand grab my shoulder, quickly I turned around and locked gazes with my 'pretend' boyfriend, I gave him a small smile and nodded. "Y-yeah I'm fine. "Alright, wanna go to lunch?" He flipped of some of the kids watching us. "Y-yeah." He grabbed my hand as we walked to the lunch room. Craig Tucker, you're M I N E