You know how everything's been pretty good in the last few chapters? Yeah, well...

I woke up from my "quick" nap and it was still dark. I assumed it wasn't that late because of that.

I looked over at my phone, picked it up and looked at the time. 11pm. It was later than I thought.

I also had a missed call and voicemail from Kenny and a missed call from Butters. Maybe someone died. Oh god, I can't handle that. Maybe they called to tell me they hate me. What if something terrible happened and by sleeping I missed my chance to stop or help whatever happened to them. What if their dead and it's all my fault. What if-

I shake my head and unlock my phone. I open the phone app and click the voicemail that Kenny left clicking on the speaker phone because I didn't want to have the phone that close to my head.

"Uh.. hey, Tweek. So- uh, don't panic, and do not freak out. Everything's fine. I swear. Just... uh... maybe don't talk to Craig right now?" There was a muffled shuffling noise and someone talking, more like shouting, in the back ground. "What the fuck," Kenny mutters before the screaming becomes louder, "okay. Great. Fuck. Tweek, I'm sorry, man just in advance. I'll call you back. Or you call me. Just... uh... I'm sorry."

I feel my grip tighten on my phone. Oh my god. What the fuck. Something is definitely really wrong. Someone is definitely dead. There's no other possible excuse.

I jump up and head for my door, when I hear then front door open. Fuck.

I felt every nerve in my body light on fire and ever possible thought rush towards a full on panic. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfu-

"Tweek?!" I hear Craig shout.

"Fuck," I mutter. I look around my room for anywhere around. The window.

My whole body is burning as I rush toward my window, unlocking it quickly and forcing it open.

"Tweek?! Are you here!?" I hear him shout again. He seemed even closer now.

My eyes started to water as I struggled to remove the screen from my window. But I couldn't do it and Craig was going to kill me and before I knew it, I punched the screen out of the window onto the roof.

I jumped out the window, slamming it shut behind me and pushing the screen out of my way before sliding rapidly down the slanted roof.

I nearly slide of the roof, but grab the edge before dropping myself down onto the ground. My ankle stings like crazy as I rush away slightly hobbling in a flurry away from the house.