I drew the picture above which is on the cover :) of Tweek!

Tweek's POV:

I was waiting in my room. It was morning and I was so nervous! Craig was so hot and so kind!!

Oh gosh!! This can't happen again!! I.. I don't want Craig to turn out like.. Like.. Trent.. And Cartman..

They both liked to touch me in weird places.. I just don't get it!!

I sighed softly as I looked down at the wounds and scars on my wrists and thighs. Some haven't healed because I scratched them open a lot.

It was a nervous habit!!! I sat on my bed. I sniffled. Bad memories filled my mind of all the pain.. And memories..

My door creaked open and I looked up, seeing Craig and his handsome face. "H-Hey Craig..!" I greeted quickly.

He smiled at me and walked over. "Hello Tweekers." He greeted me back. He didn't look like a professional doctor or therapist, he had no tie and his coat was always unbuttoned. But that's what made him dreamy~

I snapped out of my daze and I squeaked in embarrassment. "T-Tweekers? I-I don't think I can handle th-that!" I stammered.

Craig chuckled and ruffled my hair. "We'll work on it." He smiled at me. "Okay, I'll be back within an hour... Can you wait till then?" He asked me softly.

I nodded. "Y-Yes! I-I'll wait!" I stated with an awkward grin on my face. It had been a while since I smiled freely.

"Alright then, behave." He said with a joking warning tone before he left my room.

When he left the room I was left with all my thoughts. I looked at the bruises left on my skin.

I started to trail my fingers over the scars, twitching as I did so. I was always so twitchy... Ever since I was a child... I never got to truly live.. I was kept here for basically my whole life.. I didn't even remember the sunlight all too well.

After a while I heard my door click. I looked up. "O-Oh! Th-That was qui-" my eyes widened and I backed up.

"Hello, Tweek."

It was Cartman! I quickly backed away into my wall. "G-G-Go away!!" I yelled, shaking as always.

He chuckled darkly and walked over. "Oh ho ho. Is the faggot telling me what to do?" He asked with a sneer.

I whimpered as he touched my cheek. "Ngh..! Stop..!" I pleaded.

He didn't. He touched me in all the places that shouldn't be touched by evil men.

I wanted to cry. But I couldn't. No tears would flow. I hated this life. It just tortured me more. I probably wasn't getting any better... But that was alright... I'm trash... A faggot... Worthless...

*****
An hour later I woke up to someone shaking me. "Gah!!" I yelled.

"Tweek!" Craig shouted worriedly.

I instantly calmed down. I teared up and leaped into his arms. "C-Craig..!!" I wailed.

He sighed softly and cradled me. "Oh Tweek... What happened?" He asked.

I couldn't tell him. Tell anyone. Besides Kyle.. He only found out when he accidentally walked in... But he got the electric shock treatment because of it.

The whole incident was my fault.. If only I wasn't even born.

Why did I have to be such a spaz???

Tears leaked out off my chin, onto his shoulder. "Oh Craig..!" I wailed. "I hat-hate it here!! I-it's so awful!!" I cried.

He started to coo sweet nothings into my ear. It calmed me down somewhat, but I was still shaking.

"Will you tell me what happened?" He questioned me.

I sniffled and shook my head. "I-I can't...! Th-They'll hurt you too.." I whimpered.

He just frowned and gently whispered kind words to me. It made me feel calm and at peace..

If only it could stay like this...

If only I knew of the horrors that would be here in the near future..

If only...

If..-