I stare down at the floor and whisper, "Are you sure you want to know?"

I peer up at Clyde as he nods. "Yes, tell me everything."

Should I lie...

Or tell the truth?

Oh God...I don't know what to do.

"Just tell me the truth and stop weighing your options. Got it?"

I sigh and nod. Lying it is.

No way I'm telling him the fucking truth.

He's not trustworthy...

At all.

I glance up at him and say, "Everyone now knows that I'm gay, I have no friends, my family hardly cares about me- no one does, for that matter- I haven't seen Tweek in forever since he's been going to North Park High School. Yeah, sure, I text him a lot, but I just want me and him to hang out." I sigh. He doesn't even know the half of my problems. I bury my face in hands and start to cry. "I just...feel so fucking alone!" I choke out.

I feel a hand rub my back. "Shhhh, it's okay. I'm here for you."

I bite my lip, trying to hold back the sobs, but it's no use. I pull on my hat tighter than before and let out a loud sob. "I don't want to live like this anymore!" I scream into my hands, letting it all out. "This...this...this loneliness and depression is slowly eating me away and no one is going to be there to catch me when I fall!" I feel so fragile. I feel so fucking fragile.

I look up at Clyde to see him smirking.

What the fuck?

I sniffle. "Clyde...why are you-"

He interrupts me with laughter.

I stare at him in confusion. "What-what's going on?"

His laughter becomes louder, echoing and bouncing off of the bathroom walls, torturing my ears. Then he looks down at me, an evil grin on his smug face. "You honestly thought that I would want to be friends with you again?" He laughs even harder.

I'm now even more confused. "Huh? What?"

He smirks at me. "Why would I ever want to be friends with you again? You're a little faggot who's in love with a retarded spaz who drinks coffee 24/7. Just face it. You're worthless."

He's right. You are worthless.

"See, if you took that knife of yours and stabbed yourself in the stomach multiple times and died, you would be doing a favor for the world. So how about you just go..." His eyes peer up at the ceiling, then come back to rest on me. "...kill yourself."

Yes, Craig. Do what he says. Go kill yourself. Make the world a better place. You are useless after all. The world doesn't need someone like you. They would be happy if you were gone. Especially your father. You should've jumped in front of the bullet so your mom wouldn't get shot. Tsk tsk tsk. You've been a bad boy. Now it's time to pay with only one word.

Death.

Clyde kicks me in the stomach. "You are an emotionless little fag who Tweek would never want. In fact, you're some me that no one would want. If you died, no one would care." He keeps on kicking me over and over again. Then he grabs me by the collar of my shirt and says, "If you're not dead by next week, then I'll kill you myself." He punches me twice, drops me to the ground, and walks away.

I curl up into a ball and cry. I cry so loud that it's all I can hear. I just cry, cry, cry, cry, cry. I want to cut. I have to cut. If I don't, I'll just be frozen in this crying state, feeling so much sorrow within my veins.

I get up and grab my backpack, running in to a stall. I lock it and take out my blade and roll up my sleeves. I have shed so much blood in this bathroom, but I can't help it. I can't stop doing it. If only someone was actually there for me....

One slice.

Two slices.

Three slices.

Four.

Then I cut a couple more.

Sadly, it's over my old cuts since my arms have no places that don't have a cut on it. I roll down my sleeve and take off my jacket and pull over, throwing the,  but not the ground. Then I start to cut my shoulders since there's no cuts there.

One slice.

Two slices.

Three slices.

Four.

Four turns into ten and ten turns into twenty. I know I shouldn't be damaging my skin like this, but I don't care. Someday, I hope I cut open a vein and die from it. One day, I hope I cut my whole body and blood loss takes me away from this sinful place. I just hope that in the end, God will be able to save me.

I curl up into a ball and cry in to my knees. So much blood and tears have been shed. Will they ever run out or will they just keep on coming, like a limitless amount of storage? Will this pain ever go away or do I have to suffer through it every single fucking day? I just want it to end. I just want to die. I want to be brought back home again. To the time when Token, Clyde, Tweek, and me were all best friends. When my mother was still alive and my father wasn't abusive but loving. When I wasn't made fun of everyday for who I am, and when no one knew but Tweek that I am gay. I would sell my soul to the Devil to go back to that time because anything is better than here.

I sniffle and just stare down at the tiled floor. I can't believe Clyde tricked me like that, but then he is an asshole. Maybe he's always been like that and I just didn't see it. Maybe I was blinded by our friendship to see the true monster inside. Now he's with Bebe and I'm all alone. He'll probably tell everyone at school about what happened in here. Then they'll know that I do have feelings, and the image that they've always had of me will be gone forever.

Only three people have seen me cry. Tweek, Kyle, and Clyde. Tweek would always be my source of comfort, he still is. So I never minded if he saw me cry. Two weeks ago Kyle saw me cry cause he walked in on me. I was cutting myself again and I just ran out, telling him that it was nothing and that I'm fine. He obviously didn't believe me because he's been giving me worried looks ever since. I just wish he actually understood what I was going through. He probably doesn't, but I'm not taking any chances.

I cry some more and bury my face in to my knees.

I just want to die.

I don't want to live anymore.