"Tweek, let me put it this way," Craig started, turning towards me. I became nervous of what he would say. Was I a Freak? Annoying?? Did he hate me??? He probably hates me! God, this is too much pressure!
"You're weak." He breathed out. I'm I let out a sigh that I soon swallowed. I was weak? Was I really? I mean, I've been picked on since we were kids, surely I was a little strong. I've made it this far, I think I'm strong. I hope. Was I though? Am I weak? Do I look weak? Oh god, now I'm feeling self conscious! Wait, if I'm weak, does that mean Craig won't be my friend anymore?? He's strong! Tough! How would he want to hang out with someone weak?? He won't! I know it! He'll hate me!! I know he will!!! This is too much pressure!!
"GAAH!" I shout out, grabbing my hair tightly. I'm going to lose Craig! I can't lose Craig! He's all I have! I can NOT lose him!! Please Please Please No No No No No!! "TOO MUCH PRESSURE!"
Craig instantly pulled me in a hug, and pet my hair reassuringly. I grabbed his shirt and began to breathe into it. Oh god, I'm hyperventilating! I can't breathe! Oh Jesus, please see me through this. Few tears slip out my eyes.
I needed to tell him I was strong. I needed to! If he saw I was weak, he would never like me! He won't be my only friend anymore!! I am strong! I have to be!!
I am strong I am strong I am strong!
But before I could tell him, he pulled back and looked at me and stated,
"Don't worry though Tweekers, I promise I'll protect you."