I felt like my heart exploded inside of me. Like I'd just fucked up everything I possibly could.

I don't say anything. I look back down at my knees.

"I-I'm sorry," I barely whisper.

I glance up and see Craig shake his head.

"Why the fuck did you do that?"

"I-I-I don't k-know. S-something just s-snapped," I whisper choking back sobs.

"I don't even know what to say right now," Craig says.

(I can't tell if he's angry or not. Just keep apologizing until he forgives you.)

"A-Are you m-mad a-at me?" I ask (prepared for him to snap at me.)

"I don't think so," he says.

"I'm s-sorry."

"Whatever."

"I'm sorry."

"I heard you," Craig says sounding slightly confused.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I repeat. I feel like my brain shut down.

I feel Craig move closer to me, "Don't touch m-me!" I shriek and move anyway from him.

I grab my hair and pull it. (I fucked everything up. He's not forgiving me.)

I start to feel my twitching worsen. (Why do you have to screw everything up?)

"I'm sorry."

"Tweek, calm down," Craig says moving towards me again.

I immediately tense and start to move away from him. (Don't hit me. Please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.)

Craig stares at me.

"D-Don't hit me. I-I didn't mean to m-mess it up," I say my throat getting tighter.

"I'm not going to hit you," Craig says giving me a confused look. (He thinks you're insane.)

I feel tears sting my face.

I reach out for Craig as I feel the tears rush down my face, "Don't let him h-hit me..." I whimper out. (He's going to hit you. He wishes he never had you. You're such a disappointment.)

I feel Craig wrap his arms around me. He pats my back.

"Shh. Tweek, it's okay. No one going to hurt you. You're fine."

I clench onto him tighter, "I-I screwed up again. H-He's going to hit me," I whisper into his chest.

"Who?"

"M-My dad..." I whisper before I can think. (You don't ever think of consequences do you?)

I don't need to cut. I don't need to bleed. I don't need to die. I'm not upset. I don't need to cut.

"What?" I hear Craig barely ask.

I look up at him.

"I-I can't be h-home early or late. I c-can't have friends over. W-we had to leave b-before he knew."