-Craig's Pov-

          "Oh honey, you're just confused!"

          "You're only 13! You could never know that for sure!"

          I frown at my parents bitterly sweet way of speech. They both give me pitiful looks well I furrow my eyebrows.

          "But I am....I don't like girls, I like boys. What's more to know?" I say, anger rising in my voice. They glance at each other, giving sad looks before shaking there heads.

          "Oh...my poor baby...." My mother sighs, leaving my dad's side to lean down and hug me. I freeze up awkwardly in her arms as my dad walks into the kitchen, bringing something back out with him.

          "It's not too late Laura, maybe we should consider this now...." My dad pleads, setting a hand on my mothers back.

          My mother stands back up, letting me go. There are tears in her eyes, which just fuel my anger towards them.

          "What the fuck guys?!" I shout at them, bawling my fists at my sides. I feel my face getting red from anger as I stare up at there faces. "There's nothing wrong with me!"

          My mother then begins crying in my fathers shoulder. My father comforts her with a troubled look, holding a paper in his hands.

          Upset, I swipe the paper from his grasp and look at it.

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          That was all I saw before my father plucked it out of my hands. I looked up at him in pure rage....

          And fear....

          "Craig, your mother and I think it'll be best if we sent you here...." He said, actually sounding apologetic. I stare at them in horror, my rage draining slowly.

          "Y-You....You can't be serious...." I shakily say, my confidence draining. My father nods his head, walking to the phone to dial the number on the paper.

          I look over to my mother, tears staining her pale cheeks.

          "M-Mom...." I plead, sending her a broken look. This just causes her to cry a bit more, choking on her tears.

          I feel tears gather in my eyes as well as I snake my hands around my body. I hug myself as a tear falls from my eye and down my face.

          This can't be happening....

          I here a creak coming from the staircase, causing me to look over at what made the noise.

          "M-Mommy....What's going on...." My little 9-year-old sister, Ruby scarcely spoke. I look at her in shock as her eyes dart around the room.

           Her eyes have sadness filled in them when they lock with my tears grey eyes. I feel myself shatter as a tear slips from her eye.

          "Ruby!" My mother tells, rushing over to her, blocking her from my view.

          "What h-happened?" She fearfully asks, trembling as my mother picks her up and holds her.

          "It's alright sweetie...." She softly spoke, rocking my sister in her arms.

          I tear my gaze from them to my father, who just got off the phone. He looks at me with a light sense of guilt.

          "D-Dad, please tell me this is just a s-sick joke?" I choke out, my eyes widening when stays silent. He bows his head and walks to my sister. "I'm your son!" I cry.

          "You're no son of mine...." My father says, sounding as if he was convincing himself. I stand there, felling dread wash over me and drown my body. Tears now dripped out of my red eyes as I pinched myself several times, in hopes that this was a dream....

But I'm not waking up....

          My sister peeks her eyes at me, only to tear up more.

           "Craig! What's wrong?!" She cries in distress. She wiggles out of my parent's grasp and dashes over to me. I open my arms for her to run into, and she does.

          I don't make any sounds as tears fall from my eyes. Ruby holds me tightly and comfortingly, her tears staining my shirt.

          "It's alright Ruby!" My mother loudly says.

           "No it isn't!" She shrieks back, burying her face deeper in my chest. I pet her strawberry hair, hoping to calm her down.

          "Craig is just....going away for a while...." My mother suspiciously states, hugging herself as she gives me a disapproved look at my own sister and me.

          "H-How....long Craig?" She looks up at me with her shining eyes.

           There's hope I them. Hope that I'll say 'only for a day', or 'not long at all!' But I refuse to lie to her....

          "I don't know...."

-

           I feel my heavy eyelids flutter open as I come face to face with a dirty wood ceiling. I feel dazed as I blink a few times, just in case I was dreaming.

           I sit up, feeling aching pain shoot through my body, making me wince. I stretch out the dull pain from my muscles before looking around the dark room.

           There are bunk beds filling the room, and a single night light in an outlet by an adult curling up in his bed. The night light is the only source of light besides the shining moon light coming through the screen windows.

I rub my bloodshot eyes and feel emptiness fill me.

          You'd figure by now, I'd be used to waking up here....

I run my sweaty hands through my hair, running then down my face only to feel a wetness. I sigh and wipe a few tears off my face.

Ever since I got here, I've been crying in my sleep. I couldn't help it, I've never been away from my home, or my sister for this long. I never even knew I had home-sickness, or realized I would miss my sister. Or my asshole friends....

Or even my sorry excuse for parents....

A tear slips from my eye from the last memories I have of everyone I care about.

The day I left, lots of people seemed like they were glad to be rid of me.

I went to school, and when everyone heard about why I was leaving, they disowned me.

"You're gay? What the fuck, since when?!"

"That's disgusting! I touched you! I could be diseased like you!"

"Then good riddance you fag!"

"Holy shit, Gross!"

"Sick!"

"You fucking Faggot!"

I wipe the warm tears falling from my eyes as I bring my knees to my chest. A sob escapes my mouth, but I cover it before it could wake anyone.

Somebody please just kill me....

I'm not going to change....

I'm just a stupid kid....

I shouldn't have opened my mouth....

           I feel a heat wave flow over me, causing me to break out in sweat. Beeds of sweat gather on my face and I cringe in discomfort under my wool blanket.

I kick my blankets off, deciding it's best to get some air and calm down. I silently creep down the top of my bunk bed, controlling my cries so I don't wake anyone. I step on a splinter when I get to the ground, causing me to practically but my lip off to shut myself up.

Fucking shit, this shitty cabins can just go burn in fucking hell, I mentally rant as I lean against the latter and lift my foot off the ground. I reach down and pinch the piece of wood, tearing it out of my skin.

ow

ow

Ow

Ow

OW

OW

MOTHER FUCKING COCK SUCKING TWAT.

It finally slides out of my skin before it had the chance to make my mental screams become physical. I let my lip go, only to feel it bleeding down my chin as I put my foot back down.

I wipe the blood off my chin with my t-shirt and lick the cut each time new blood appears.

Whoop-Dee-Doo, all fucking better!

I better get outside before I end up trashing the cabin in anger.

I snatch my coat that's hanging on my bed and put it on before quietly limping down the space between the beds towards the screen door. I can't wait to feel fresh, cool air on my warm face. I hope it'll dry my tear before everyone wakes up too.

I get to the door and reached to open it, 'til I hear something.

Click

"God fucking damnit...."

Click

"What the shit..."

Click

The silent voice took me off guard, and I froze in fear of it being a counselor. It sounds ridiculous, but the counselors here are fucking scary....

I squint my eyes and look through the thick screen door, seeing a small figure on the steps of the cabin.

What the fuck? Whose else would possibly be up this late?

I sneakily take the door handle and twist it slowly, not to alarm the person on the steps.

Unfortunately, the door squeaks as I open it, causing the figure to freeze in there spot.

I continue slipping out of the cabin and discreetly walk to the step. I see a freshly lit cigarette in the guys hand, which must've been where the clicking noise was coming from.

I immediately want one. I smoked a bit before I can here, and being away for smoking for so long makes me almost need one. I lick my lip, over my cut, just thinking of one.

Maybe he could give me one....

The kid's face comes into my view and he looks frightfully up at me before his gaze turns into a glare. He scowls at me.

"You f-fucking asshole..." He spat, taking a puff of the cigarette. "I thought you were the counselor...."

"Where'd you get that," I asked, getting to the point as fast as I could. He gave me a questioning look before looking at the cigarette.

"Uh...." He hesitated at first, but eventually said, "You know that fat kid in cabin 3?" He questioned as I sat down about a foot away from him.

          "The one that kept swearing at that counselor who kept picking on that ginger kid?" I asked, thinking back to the first day I was here.

The fat kid kept shouting at a counselor, because he she kept calling this anorexic ginger a 'waste of space'. The counselor tazzed the kid for 'disrespect', when we all know it was for acting gay.

'Because that's how it works around here...'

He nodded at me, taking another puff. "He smuggles stuff and sells it," he tells, blowing the smoke up in the air.

"Could I have one?" I asks in a weary tone, licking my cut lip as I stare at him. He raises his eyebrow at me, before frowning a bit.

"And why exactly would I give you one?" He venomously questions, crossing his arms well breathing more of the cigarette in.

I shyly look away from his confident gaze, bringing my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them.

"Because you seem nice?" I said timidly. It sounded more as a question then a statement though.

His gaze softened as he stare at me. I flick my eyes on and off him as he continues his staring for a while.

After a while of silence, he lightly sighs and reaches in his pocket, pulling out a single cigarette.

"One." He tells me, handing it over. I smile widely at him, taking it out of his hand. He pulls out a lighter and flicks it.

"God fucking damnit!" He curses when it wouldn't light. He stuck his tongue out in frustration, which I thought was kinda cute.

After a couple tries, it lights and I swiftly put the cigarette in my mouth, breathing in the toxin.

I nearly immediately feel relaxed as the vile smoke fills my lungs. I breathe it out, coughing in the process.

"So, you new or something?" He says, leaning on his knees as he gives me a blank look.

"Sort of, I got here a month ago," I say, flicking the ash off the end of the cigarette. He nods and breaths in more smoke.

"Not too long, how come I've never seen you?" He asks. Before I could answer, he holds his finger up and guesses, "You're in Miss Taylor's group, aren't you?"

I nod my head and he smiled at me a bit. I felt my face get a little heated as he took another puff.

"All the newbies get to go to her first," he tells me, leaning over to my ear. "Is she still a bitch?" He whispers to me.

I chuckle a bit as he leans away. "For sure, and she doesn't know how to take care of kids." I comment, crossing my leg to get comfortable. He scoffs and smiles.

"Typical Taylor...."

There was a moment of peaceful silence which felt amazing compared to the noisy assemblies we get everyday.

My cigarette was finally burnt out so I tossed it to my foot and stepped on it. I looked over to see the kid doing the same with his.

"Thanks dude," I said before beginning to get up to get some more sleep. It would be great to hang out more with this guy. He didn't seem to scary, angry, or creepy like everyone else. But I interrupted him out here, so I should be polite and leave him be.

As I turned towards the door, I felt him grab my wrist.

"Wait!" He said, lightly gripping my wrist. I looked down at him to see a sad expression. He blushed and quickly let go of me. "Y-You could stay....If you want...."

I smiled down at him and sat back down, a little closer to him this time.

"Alright then," I said, feeling a little fuzzy that he wanted me to stay. I saw him pull out another cigarette and expected him to have another one.

"Here...." I looked over to see him holding it out towards me. He looked away with a flustered expression as I took it out of his hands.

Once it was lit, I took a long drag and watched the smoke rise as I breathed it out. I sighed in sweet bliss.

"Thank you...." I say, smiling as I shut my eyes. "This is the most relaxed I've been in a while...."

"It's hard to be relaxed 'round here, too many threats..." The kid mumbles, another cigarette in his mouth as he flicks his lighter at the tip.

"Tell me about it," I say, taking another puff. I lean back and lay down, resting my head as I stare at the cloudy sky and twinkly stars.

"Th-There's dangerous people here, the counselors get weapons, we are next to a forest making our chances of survival lighter," he starts, wrapping his free arm around himself.

I open my eyes to see him all tensed up and shaking a bit.

Is he okay?

"The st-stupid counselors probably want to kill me by now, they are threats too. Not to mention if I get forgotten, I'll be stuck here forever....A-And these shitty buildings could collapse on us, or we could be buried alive, or shot, o-or...."

He stumbled in his words and he spoke so fast I could barely understand him. His hands shot up to his blond hair, gripping and tugging at it.

"Ah Fuck! I-I'm gonna d-die here man! I can't take that pressure!!" He shouts. His shout caused me to jolt up and slap my hand over his mouth.

He freezes up before his eyes trail up to me. His face gets a tad red when he sees my face close to his, making mine turn red as well. He looks at me in fear as I put my finger to my lip, then point to the cabin.

He nods understandingly and I slowly take my hand off his mouth. His hands let go of his hair as he quietly rushes to his pocket, getting another cigarette.

"I think you'll be okay," I comment considerately in a whisper as he lights his cigarette. "Only few of those threats are realistic."

"But it could all happen! You don't even know!" He whisper-shouts, tears building in his eyes as he breathes in a heavy amount of nicotine.

Seeing him nearly break down wasn't to fun. The kid seems to think anything can happen, when that's only half true. I felt an aching in my heart as a tear slipped out of his eye.

He looks up at me with puppy-like eyes, and I soon realize I was starring at him for a while.

"S-Sorry...." He says, bowing his head in defeat. I raise my eyebrow as he runs his hand through his hair.

"For what?" I question, actually confused at why he would apologize. I mean, what did he do? He practically reminds me of a fucking angel!

"For freaking you out, you were starring at me like I was crazy...." He sadly said, leaning his head back up. He stared forward into the dark night with an upset look, which made me feel terrible.

Way to go Craig! You just hurt his feelings!

"No No No!" I-It wasn't that, I was just deep in though, I swear! You aren't a freak, really," I reassure, feeling worry consume me as he wiped a tear off his cheek.

"No, I am a freak," he told me, a strange smile creeping on his face. "W-Why else would I-I be here...." He stutters, another year slipping from his eye as he takes another smoke of his cigarette.

I twitch a bit before I wrap an arm around his waist, pulling him close to me. He scarcely jerks as I lay my head on his shoulder.

"Please don't cry," I quietly plead, staring forward and focusing on the trees a pose to my quick beating heart. He loosens up and I feel his head turn to me, but I still keep my gaze forward. "I-I hate it when people cry...."

"Wh-....Wh-Why?" He shakily spoke, my arm securely around his waist. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a few more tears escape his eyes and drip down.

I pull him closer to me, our hips pushing against each others.

"I-It makes me want to cry...." I honestly admit, holding back the hard realization that I might cry in front of this kid.

I don't cry in front of anyone.

Ever.

Well...I guess used to never....

A little silence and the sharing of our shaky breaths later, he twitches before turning in my arm. I lift my head up in time for him to burry his tear stained face in my chest.

I'm taken back for a moment, but swiftly wrap my arms around him and hold him as he shakes I'm my arms.

For a while, it's just us while his silent sobs fill the deathly silence. Then he spoke.

"F-Four....Years...." He cries, silent as a kitten. I could barely hear what he said, but I still heard.

"What?" I carefully questioned, pulling back a little, making him to look up at him. He just sat there, tears dripping down his face as he stared at me with a terrified look.

At the moment, I didn't exactly know what to do.

Did he say four years?

Four fucking years??

"W-Wait....Did y-you say...." I didn't want to finish. I couldn't finish. I've only been here a month, a fucking month!

God knows what I would be like in a single year, let alone four years....

He twitch, then nodded very slowly. My eyes widened, I felt my jaw subconsciously dropping.

My sympathy for this kid just keeps getting bigger and bigger....

He just shuts his eyes and bites his lip as he attempts to steady his breathing. His shaky breathes connects with my now heavy breathing.

In closer inspection, I can see the that the clouds have moved, causing bright moonlight to shine on ups and the camp. His teary eyes open a bit and I can see them illuminate from the light, making them sparkle.

There was no wind, but the cold air made him shiver very delicately in my arms.

His hair kept falling in his face and blocking his eyes from me.

We were so close, making my eyes draw do his small lips. They looked soft....

I move my hand up and down his back, comfortingly rubbing circles around him. As I do this, I feel the how thin his shirt is. I can feel the mold of his thin waist and his small back. It just makes my eyes draw to his body.

He might be scrawny, but it doesn't make him any less....

Wait....Ouch....

Fuck, what is this feeling....

In my....

"I-I-I've tried....t-tried to kill m-myself seven times....e-ever since I....I g-g-got here...." He shakily admits, trembling and twitching in my arms. I stare in awe as his eyes get darker.

         He pushes me away and stands up throwing his cigarette next to him. "I'm a fucking weakling..." he whisper-shouted, kicking the ground and scraping his teeth together.

"B-But...." I was so astonished, I could barely complete a sentence.

There is no fucking way he's been here this long, and has done that....

"I-I though this was only a-"

"A year?" He suddenly interrupts, snapping his heat towards me while wiping many tears off his small cheeks. "Nope....I-It's however long you p-parents can af-ford."

I couldn't move or breathe. I felt terrified for this kid. And selfishly....

For myself....

What if I get stuck here as long as him? What if I never leave? What if I never improve?

What if I never change....

Tears slowly slipped down my face as I imagined the horrible things that could happen to me. I've heard stories, I've seen things....

I've experienced things....

No kid should experience....

And I may never get out of it.

"Wh-Why are you c-crying...." He sheepishly, yet considerably, asked me as he looked down at me with fearful eyes.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I knew if I looked at him, I would just cry more. I cannot act weak!

Fucking fucker fuck!

My nails dig into the stair step of the porch to the cabin as I stare at the ground.

"I-I...." My words were caught in my throat as I trembled in my place.

          "Hey...Hey...." he spoke softly, kneeling down in front of me. He lightly took my face in his hands and moved my gaze to his. "D-Don't cry...."

          My heart was pounding in my ears and butterflies tickled every inch of my stomach as I saw his beautiful eyes sparkle under the moonlight.

          I couldn't help myself....

          I pushed off the steps and launched into his small, warm arms. I wrapped my trembling arms around his neck and hugged him as tight as I could.

          He was taken back, and fell down, taking me with him. But I didn't care, i held tight onto him and buried my face in his neck.

          My sobs were uncontrollable and I shook so much as he cautiously pet me, whispering calming things I too my ear.

          He sounds just like my mom....

          As I calmed down, I felt a warm pair of soft lips press against my forehead.

          My stomach did backflips and I felt my cheeks and ears get very warm. My tears stopped and everything went peacefully silent.

          I slowly looked at the boys face to see him flinched back, his eyes tightly closed. He was slightly and nervously shaking, with his grip on me now loosened.

          He suddenly looked like an angel to me, I could see the rays of light make him shine.

          At that moment, I know exactly what was going on....

          I pressed my lips to his and he jumped, staring at me with wide eyes. I pressed harder and pulled him closer to me, shutting my eyes as I savored the moment.

          After a shake and a twitch, his actions slowly morphed with mine and he kissed back.

          "A-hem."

          Fuck....

          The blond boy's eyes shot open as he shoved me off and far away from him.

          I ended up on my back around 6ft away from him, looking up to see him staring scarcely at something.

          I followed his gaze to see-

          Ah fuck....

          Miss Taylor Cedar right in the doorway of my cabin.

          I stayed still, in fear and in annoyance, as she crossed her arms and tapped her foot, giving us a "scolding stare."

          "H-Hey....M-M-Miss Taylor...." the boy stuttered carefully, rubbing the back of his neck. "W-We were just....U-Umm..."

          I thought for sure we were fucked, until we saw a devilish smile creep from her face.

          "Save it Twitch, you guys better be getting to bed...." she simply said before giving us a wink and stepping back into the cabin.

          Both of us were so shocked and smiled at each other. We started laughing lightly before getting up.

          "She's right...." I said in a sad voice, giving the boy a smile as I walked to the porch.

          "Y-Yeah," the boy said, still giggling as he got up and walked towards the cabin with a broken window, next to mine. "Goodnight....uhh...."

          "Craig...." I finished, nearly forgetting that I never gave him my name, or knew his.

          He smiled deviously before saying, "I'm Tweek...." I smiled at him as he waved and skipped away.

          "Goodnight Tweek," I lightly said, smiling before entering my cabin again.

          Tweek, huh....

          Something tells me that I might like it here after all....

~

   (Dylyn)

          I am oh so very sorry about how late this is.

          School has me by the neck....

          I wish I was homeschooled....