Ok, so this is going to be a bit long, but stay with me here. First of all I just wanted to say that I will be continuing this story. It's good practice to write everyday, so that's what I'm doing. Also, to clarify, the characters are in 10th grade in this. I like when I can identify with characters, so I hope no one minds that. Also, I wanted to say that I'm winging it a bit with this story. So, I figure out the plots right before I write them. However, I am certain that I'm not going to make Craig a vampire, or a werewolf or anything cliche like that. This chapter will sort of make things a bit more clear, but probably not much. You'll have to keep reading to figure it out. Anyways, thank you to the people who reviewed, it makes me so happy when I see that! Enjoy the chapter.

Throughout the house, silence creeped through every doorway. A family of four slept peacefully through the night, with calming dreams soothing their slumber. With the exception, of course, of Craig, who was wide awake, and staring at his ceiling. His glow in the dark stars couldn't lull him to sleep anymore than his sleep medication could. He sighed and turned on his right side. His insomnia had begun when he was in middle school. Usually, his meds helped him to fall asleep, but there were some occasions where he had to suffer through the night.

Tweek had left 4 hours ago, and he couldn't help but wish that the boy was still with him. They sat together playing video games until Tweek's mother called him to come home. Short though it was, the time they had made him grateful for such a good friend. No, boyfriend, Craig thought, his lip curling up slightly. The term was new, but it made him sigh with a boyish happiness.

His happy thoughts were interrupted by an itching sensation in his gut. He lifted his shirt and frowned. The wounds were red with irritation and bleeding slightly from Craig's constant shifting. His mind drifted to Ruby's words from earily. How did a human do that? Craig was curious as well. It looked like an animal had tried to claw its way through his stomach. He shuddered at the memory of the man crouched above him, willing and ready to violate the 16 year old boy.

He rubbed his eyes and groaned. His exhaustion physically started to make him ache. His eyes were burning, begging for the sweet release of unconsciousness. Alas, they wouldn't get what the wanted, as his mind was alert, and unaffected by his body's pain.

Craig cried out suddenly when he felt a jolt in his abdomen, like an electroshock. He gasped for air as it happened again, this time in his head. His eyes began to tear up and sting like he was staring at burning magnesium.

His vision went blurry and his color spectrum turned blue. He whimpered in confusion. His room brightened and his surroundings filled more and more with the dreary color.

Suddenly the tornado of noise and chaos in his head went silent.

Waves of light creeped forward from Craig's eyes. He gaped in shock and terror as the stream of electricity flowed through his room.

His room shone ultraviolet and the waves floated like they were living. As a crackling orb made its way to Craig's rodent, a wail tore its way through Craig's throat. He was startled out of his daze, and he started to scream out shrilly.

In a matter of 10 seconds, his father had knocked down his locked door and barged into the wailing boys room. The blue light had crawled its way back into Craig ocular cavities, but Craig continued to cry out like it was still there. 5 seconds later, both of his parents were above him, trying to shake him from his panic. He calmed down when he smelled his mothers flowery scent. His screaming turned to dry hiccups. No tears spilled from his eyes, but he sobbed as though they were.

His mother pulled him to her chest and held him like he was a little boy again. She rubbed his back and whispered reassurances in the boys ear.

Once Craig was silent, his father spoke up. "Are you alright? What the hell happened?"

He looked up at the burly man towering over him and his mother, who was still cradling Craig to her chest.

On the spot, he thought of a lie. "I think I was having a nightmare." Though he knew that this was no dream. The lights that had shone from his eyes mere minutes before were just as real as the hand stroking his spine.

His mother looked down at him with concern. It was rare for his mother to change her nearly unfeeling stature, but in some circumstances, she showed the mama bird who loved her children, and would do anything to protect them.

She looked up at her husband, and they silently agreed on the matter they had spoken of earlier. Craig was clueless as to what was going on, and his lip trembled when his mother let him go and stood up. She rested a hand on his cheek. "Are you okay now? Do you need anything? Would you like to sleep in our room?"

He blinked. "No I'm fine." He turned from his mothers gentle gaze. She nodded solemnly and turned to leave. His father followed after, but not before giving his son a pat on the shoulder, in a show of affection that was extremely seldom for him.

Craig looked down at his open palms and frowned. What the hell was going on?

The next afternoon, Craig woke up with an ache in his back, and a million worries in his head. He grabbed his phone and scrolled around for a bit. He answered Tweek's good morning text, and played around on Instagram for a while.

After screwing around for a good 20 minutes, he sat up and stretched like a scraggly cat. He eventually made his way downstairs and fixed himself some coffee. He heard chatter in the next room, and he walked over to check. He found his parents arguing over something he couldn't tell. They stopped when they saw Craig, however. His mother smiled in an obviously fake way. "Good morning, baby." She said calmly, despite the fact that it was two in the afternoon. "Did you sleep well?"

He shrugged and walked forward cautiously. "What we're you guys talking about?"

His father looked sheepishly at his wife. "Your mother was saying that..." He sighed. "Maybe, it would be best if you saw a therapist."

Craig narrowed his eyes at his parents. "Excuse me?"

His mother bit her lip. "You need help, Craig. You went though something traumatic, and-"

"No I didn't." He gritted through his teeth. "I don't need to see anyone. I'm fine."

"You're obviously not fine." His mother stated dubiously. "And I don't believe you when you say that you weren't-"

"Don't say it." He growled.

She gulped. "Okay. But, you are going to see someone."

Craig clenched his fists like a spoiled child. His fingernails dug into his palms and he shouted, "Don't fucking tell me what to do!"

His father stood up, stalked over to Craig and towered over him. "What the fuck did you just say? What makes you think you can talk to your mother like that, huh?"

His voice was deep and loud with anger.

Normally Craig would back off, but he was filled with so much fury. Who do they think they are? He thought.

He shoved his father back onto the couch and spit at him. His own actions surprised him. He had never raised a hand to his father before. He respected him, and he never so much as talked back to the older man. But, here he was.

Before he could even blink, Craig felt a sharp pain in his cheek and his head had jerked to the left. He looked at the man in front of him and realized he had just been slapped.

He then ran out the front door and down the sidewalk. He could faintly hear his name being called, but he didn't listen. He just kept running as fast as his legs could carry. He finally let up once he had reached the park. There were few people there, but Craig felt self conscious in his t-shirt and pajama pants. He vaguely registered how cold the bitter air around him was.

He bit his lip as tears sprung to his eyes. He didn't even know why he was so upset. He just wanted to be alone.

Instead, he pulled out his phone and texted the person who, in normal circumstances, he would never attempt to talk to.

Can I come over? Like, right now?

He held his arms in a dumb attempt to stay warm as he waited for a text back. Not even two minutes later, he got one.

Of course.