What just happened? Do I want to know? (Yes.) What if I'm not supposed to know?

No. I don't care what they were talking about. It's none of my business. (How cute. Denial.) Shut up.

Craig then walks away with Bebe looking pissed.

"She probably wants to get back with him," Token says.

Clyde sighs, "I hope not."

Me too, Clyde. Me too. (Oh, please. You honestly thought he liked you? Loved you? He probably just felt guilty.) No. He wouldn't do that.

I sigh, and look at Token and Clyde. Neither of them are paying attention to me. I think I'll just slip away...

I start to slowly step backwards, then I turn and start to sprint away from them. I can't stand it here. (No one can stand you there either.)

No, they don't care about me. They're only talking about me because my face is a little (a lot) busted up.

Just shrug it off, Tweek. You don't need to cut. You don't need to cut. It's fine.

(No, it's not.) No, it's not.

I continue running until I reach Starks pond. I sit down on the bench and bring my knees to my chest.

I stare at the water and sigh. I need to get my mind off (Craig) school.

I pull out a razor blade from my book bag. They took my knife away. (I'll just get another one.) I pull up my sleeve revealing the two still healing cuts.

I push the cold blade against my skin. It pierces it slowly, and painfully. I take a deep breath, and slide it diagonally across my arm from my wrist to the middle of my forearm.

I let out a shaky breath and put the razor down on the bench next to me. I stare at the cut on my arm. It drips scarlet red onto the bench.

I look up at the water again.

"Tweek?" I hear someone say. It makes me jump and spin my head towards them.

Kenny.

"Why are you- What happened to your face? Did you get into a fight or something?" Kenny asks.

I shake my head, "I-It was an accident... I-It's fine," I say turning and looking back towards the water.

I move my arm so it's in between my chest and my legs, so he can't see the cut.

Kenny comes over and sits on the bench next to me.

"So... Tweek, whatcha doing?" He asks glancing at me then back to the water.

"Avoiding (Craig) s-school," I say, "W-why are you h-here?"

"I can't deal with school right now. I was on my way to find something (or someone) to do," he says sighing.

I nod.

"Why are you holding your arm like that?"