Author: Average-Fanatic PM
"Images of the past kept flashing through Tweeks mind. His heart was beating so fast it hurt and the voices in his head were screaming. If only he would have just kept walking…" Creek minor Style. Warning Character Death Yaoi, and Drug Abuse.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Drama - Craig T. & Tweek T. - Chapters: 8 - Words: 28,768 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 10-26-11 - Published: 10-16-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7471007
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Alright so this story contains drug abuse and character death. I probably should rate this M but I believe you all can handle it. If you feel as though I should change it tell me and I will. I just hope you all are mature enough.
It may sound like it's the end, as if this is just a sad oneshot but there is much more to come. So please review~
This was played out as an RP:
Average Fanatic played Tweek Tweak and Kyle Broflovski.
Funkychik played Craig Tucker and Stan Marsh.
It has been exactly one year, four months, seventeen days, nine hours, fourteen minutes, and twelve, thirteen, fourteen seconds since Tweek Tweak has had any form of drugs, it is also the same amount of time since Craig Tucker's heart had beat. Yes, Tweek was a recovering druggie and Craig was killed. He was now eighteen and sitting in a plain white and gray room in the South Park Rehab Center. The bed was stiff but he didn't care. He was no longer clawing at the door begging for relief, he no longer saw the shadows smiling, but he swore the underwear gnomes were stealing his boxers still. That was something he learned to keep to himself though, thanks to Craig. He didn't want to be moved to the mental hospital, he had a goal that managed to keep him on track. He wanted to finally go visit Craig's grave for the first time. He didn't even go to the funeral; he didn't want Craig to see the way he looked. The funeral was a week after he began rehab, he was a mess. His nails were bitten off as far as possible, his hands were wrapped in gauze that he kept trying to pull off, bags under his eyes, and he could barely dress himself. Craig couldn't see him like this.
At first he wanted to die as well but Craig died for him, he wouldn't want to have had the smoking teen die in vain. He wanted to go out and see the world Craig described the places out of this small town. He was scared though. He was already paranoid in a small town like this, how would he survive all alone in the dangerous world where everyone wanted to kill him, rape him, steal from him, and drown him thinking he might be a witch since everyone's crazy! …It could happen.
Right now he was sitting in the middle of his bed wearing a pale gray pajama blouse (not buttoned correctly) and sweat pants. His knees were pulled up to his chest and his arms loosely wrapped around his legs, his chin resting on top of his knees while he stared boredly at his toes. There were still dark bags under his eyes but he doubted they'd ever go away, especially with having those damned gnomes trying to steal his underwear. But he was happy, somewhat. It was almost time for him to be released then he could visit Craig's grave and apologize to him. He had it all planned out. He was going to buy a packet of cigarettes and a lighter and set them on his grave. Craig wouldn't want any flowers, he'd want to smoke. He smiled happily at the thought. Craig would be so happy!
Also, someone was scheduled to visit him today. He wondered who it could be. It couldn't be his mother and father, they disowned him. The only reason he could even pay for rehab is because Craig had left him everything in his will. He also didn't have any friends left. Most were now on their way to college, hating him because they blamed him for Craig's death. Their words hurt. Just thinking about it made him want a triple shot clover brewed coffee. At least they allowed coffee in this place, it just wasn't any good. But back to the point. Craig had always told him that everyone else was wrong about Tweek, that Tweek was special and that he was much better than all the "lame ass posers". Maybe someone didn't blame Tweek, maybe they wanted to be his friend and help him. Why else would they visit? He smiled happily and looked towards the locked door, waiting to see who would walk inside.
Stan Marsh was in love, he was in love with the bad ass of the school Craig Tucker. Craig was everything to Stan for a long time. But there was a time the two didn't get along, where they hated each other more than anything. One day that all changed when they both realized that they both had a talent for pulling pranks on a certain red headed Jew. After this realization the two became friends, and Stan soon wanted more, though he never said anything to Craig. He now wished that he did. How Stan hated himself for never telling his feelings to Craig, even if he rejected him, at least he would know. But Stan did know something that not many knew; Craig was in love with Tweek. How? Who knows, and who cares. Craig could do so much better than, him. Anyone would be a step up from Tweek, and everyone agreed. Everyone hates the druggie for what he did, because of Tweek… Craig is… d-dead.
It was over a year ago when the tragic day happened; it was over a year ago when Craig took his last breath. Stan and Kyle always joked that cigarettes would be his down fall, how they wished that was true. It took Stan some time to get over his death; he went into a depressed state for some time. But his current boyfriend, Kyle, helped salve that. Stan knew that Kyle knew about his little crush on Craig, but he never seemed to care, he seen it as more of a "never gonna happen" thing. Mostly because Craig did set the two up. Who knew Stan could be so happy with Kyle anyway? Oh yeah… Craig did.
Now it was almost time for Tweek Tweak to be released from rehab, rehab Craig in the end ended up paying for. But Stan wanted to make sure Tweek remembers why he's even still alive, it is his entire fault after all. Stan made Kyle stay at home; he doesn't need to see the killer anyway. Wearing a black shirt, brown jacket, blue jeans, boots, and blue red puffball hat Stan gripped the messenger bag Kyle let him barrow to hold something special. The something special was a hat, to be more specific Craig Tucker's hat. Craig loved the thing, it still smelt like him, smelt like the cigarettes he smoked, and… it still had his blood on it. Stan wiped away a stray tear, can't cry, not now. Walking into the rehab center where Tweek was staying, walking to the counter he simply said, "Here to see Tweek."
The nurse not needing to look anything up on him understood right away, and with a nod led him down the hall to the killer's room. The nurse seemed to be quick with unlocking the door and opening it for Stan, maybe because of excitement for him having a visitor, or fear of Tweek getting out. Either way was pitiful. Walking into the room the nurse told the animal lover to call out when he wants to be let out. Stan nodded as the door was shut and once again locked. Stan kept an emotionless look as he turned to face Tweek. "Hello… Tweek," He said simply looking the other over. Stan started to wonder, did Tweek even know about Craig's feelings for him?
Hearing the door open, Tweek perked up and smiled. It was Stan. Glancing at the nurse who gave him a thumbs up made him smile wider. "S-Stan?" he asked, wanting to make sure it was really the dark haired boy and not some imposter waiting to steal his clothes or suck out his brain. It could happen! But he was too excited to be paranoid. Quickly he stumbled out of bed and looked up at him. He tried to remember everything about Stan. Let's see, he was kind of a hippy, loved animals, and… and… he was dating… ah! He was dating Kyle, the Jew kid who was actually nice to him in school. "How is… K-Kyle?" he asked, twitching only slightly now.
Stan watched the blonde twitch and stutter over a few words, something that would never change about the other. "Yeah it's Stan," He replied knowing about the others paranoia. It was strange, the way Tweek spoke it was like he was forgetting the fact that his best friend was murdered. "Kyle's fine, still upset, but fine." He said remembering Kyle's hate filled words this morning. Ok so the Jew wasn't "fine" he was still more than upset about what happened. But so was everyone else. Stan was just surprised at the words his favorite red head would use to describe Tweek, Stan always thought those words were saved for Cartman.
Tweek tilted his head. What was the Jew upset about? It could be so many things but the thought of that smiling red head being angry with him never crossed through his paranoid mind. "Did he see the u-underwear gnomes too?" he shouted and held his hands to his chest, looking around. He whispered to the other quickly, "Their always w-watching." Twitching he took one last glance around the room to make sure they weren't about to begin an attack on the blonde. He relaxed ever so slightly as he realized they were probably resting. Looking around he smiled. "I-it's much better than you w-would think. C-Craig had a pamphlet f-for it in his room… Told me th-they'd take care of me," he explained and fiddled with his hands. His hands had a few scars on his thin fingers from clawing at the doors a year ago but he didn't need it anymore. Yeah… he didn't need the drugs. Craig was right, he was happy just the way he was and soon he was going to show Craig how much better he was. "You g-g-going to college?" he asked out of curiosity. He already knew he wasn't going to go. What college would take him? Besides, he didn't even finish high school and even when he was in school he was barely passing. How can you concentrate when you knew the teacher had the ability to change from a man to a woman every month?
Stan rolled his eyes listening to the jittery blonde, "They don't exist." He said simply to his underwear gnome's statement. Tweek is crazy. That's the only way to explain all this. If Tweek knew Craig wanted him to stop, why didn't he? Everything would have been ok if he would have just stopped. "Yeah it's cool; I'll get to have an amazing future thanks to the one I love." He said watching the other. Amazing. He can hold still after all. Looking around he gripped the strap of Kyle's messenger bag. "Of course it's nice Tweek, Craig wanted you to stop." He said looking back at the twitching boy, "And yes I am. By some strange miracle Kyle got me into Harvard with him." He added in a moment later. Stan just wanted to be a vet, but Kyle managed to get help him with his grades and get him a scholarship as well. He couldn't exactly turn that kind of opportunity down.
"Do too…" Tweek muttered. Craig believed him; Craig always believed him and smiled when he told him the stories he had with those damned gnomes. He soon realized that no one else believed him, not even his parents but Craig stood by his side and said the words he always wished to hear 'You're not crazy'. He smiled lightly at the memory. "Kyle is s-so smart. He used to he-help me with studying," he grinned, remembering how the red head would sit beside him in the too quiet library and managed to get him to understand the facts about history and such, laughing when he said that the Russian's were allied with the aliens, which they were! Tweek looked down and shook a bit. He didn't like talking about Craig, not even in therapy. It made him want to grab another needle of "candy"."I… I know," he managed to say and tugged on his left finger. He always had to keep moving, even if it was just slightly. He was too full of energy, caffeine, and paranoid thoughts. "R-really? Th-that's c-cool," he stuttered and bit his lip hard so as not to yell out. It's something his therapist had taught him to do. That therapist knew everything, always smiled… It was obvious who the therapist was. He was God! It was the only logical explanation.
"I'm actually here to talk about Craig," He began, reaching into the messenger bag he pulled out Craig's blue chullo hat and held it out to Tweek. "Did you even know that he loved you? Craig died saving someone who didn't love him back." He said in an emotionless tone glaring slightly at the coffee addict. Yes, Stan was one of the many who completely blamed Tweek for the death.
"Wh-why?" he asked and looked down, only looking back up when he began ruffling through his messenger bag. What could he have in it? Something good or bad? Bad… it had to be bad. What good ever came out of a messenger bag? Twitching he managed to catch the hat. Then, for the first time in a very long time he stopped moving. He didn't twitch or shake or even breathe. All he could do is stare down at the hat. "C-Craig…" he stuttered out and teared up. Hugging it he noticed the blood stains but it also smelled like him. The cigarettes and his shampoo, which was cinnamon by the way, he checked. "I… I knew," he said quietly and fell to his knees on the cold floor. Of course he knew, he thought it was a trick at first but it was the sort of thing his parents read to him in story books. Craig was his savior, his light, his prince, everything in those books that always threatened to suck him inside of their stories. "I… I loved him," he said as a tear rolled down his cheek. He really needed the drugs right now. This pain was too much.
"Ruby, Craig's little sister couldn't stand to look at that anymore so she gave it to me and Kyle. We figured it would at least remind you why you're even still alive Tweek." He said crossing his arms watching the blonde fall to the floor. At least the hat had the desired effect on him. Stan shook his head as the other said he to loved Craig, if he did well it sure fooled everyone. You don't let someone you love die. "Was it worth it? I know he practically begged you to quit, but was it worth it to ignore that and continue being a druggie? Because now Craig will never get to hear you say that, Craig will never get to hear me say it either." He said putting some blame on himself for never getting to tell the chullo wearing bad ass his feelings for him. Sure they arrested those that actually killed Craig, but it would never change the fact that he's gone forever. But at least Tweek, the ever so loved by his parents, and of course friends Tweek, is still alive. How everyone, even the blonde's parents, wished it was the other way around.
All Tweek could do was hug the hat and close his eyes. Craig would wear this every single day, he even once let Tweek wear it. He began to cry harder, wanting Craig to come back and make it all ok. Craig made everything ok. Nothing was ok when Craig was gone. He didn't exist without Craig. No one existed. If no one existed then where were they? Who was he talking to? His head began to hurt with all of these thoughts. He needed release. He didn't want to think. He needed the drugs. "Craig begged lots of times," he said looking up with a crazy smile. "He tried to take drugs away from me. I need them. I need them. I need them!" he screamed and releases the hat and began pulling in his hair. "Love Craig. Love Craig! Come back… Come back," he screamed, whispering the last part and closing his eyes. He tugged on his hair roughly, wanting to forget, wanting to remember that he would be happy for Craig. But nothing worked. He was too weak, too stupid, too… too… "Arrrgh!" he screamed. He wanted it to end. He wanted to go back in time. "H-he took care of me…" he whispered and looked up at him with big eyes. "I… I remember wh-when it all started. I shoulda kept walken… b-but he said it helps… and it d-did."
Stan shook his head. Craig begged him, Tweek didn't listen. Tweek should have listened. He really is an idiot. At least the smoking teen brought Stan and Kyle together before it was too late. "Too bad we won't be able to give him a nineteenth birthday party." He said with a sigh. Stan blinked as the twitching blonde started to yell, gripping the messenger bag he watched the other have a small panic attack. It was time to leave it seemed. "It didn't help Tweek, because you couldn't keep walking. Craig is dead, and it's all your fault…" He trailed off, how stupid. The one time the twitching blonde isn't paranoid with a stranger he ends up hurt.
Tweek crawled onto bed and curled up with Craig's hat. Images of the past kept flashing through his mind. He wanted it to stop. His heart was beating so fast it hurt and the voices in his head were screaming. If only he would have just kept walking…