Shards of glass followed me on my descent, they were with me the whole way. As I fell I was ready to give up everything, ready to let it all go and leave this earth, I was a stuck-up prick who doesn't deserve anything.

I was nothing.

My shoulder was the first to hit the floor, gravel crunching underneath me as I landed. The rest of my body soon followed, and I was eventually sprawled out across the floor, each limb aching worse than the last as they smacked against the solid ground. I felt bones snap and I tried to scream, but my throat was dry. Empty.

I lay in agony, bits of gravel digging into my side. I tried to get up, but my body wouldn't budge. I thought I was about to slip into unconsciousness, but I just lay there. In pain.

"W-What the f-fuck?"

My head was pulsating with pain, but I strained it to try and identify the person who had just screamed. There was no sound for a moment, only my heavy breathing, before the voice came again.

"C-Craig?"

That could be only one person, and he did not need to see this. I heard frantic steps on the ground before a pair of hands threw themselves over me.

"J-Jesus fuck man!"

The voice screeched. I tried to cover my ears, his screams piercing and bloodcurdling. He shook my whole body and turned it over to face him. I was pulled over onto my back and I could finally confirm the identity of the person sat next to me, wallowing in more pain than me. Tweek. It just had to be him, didn't it? I saw tears in his eyes as he searched up and down my body. Finally his gaze fixed on my eyes, and his face lit up. "O-Oh my god! C-Craig!?"

I finally managed enough strength to grunt. Tweek's face didn't stay lit up for long though, in fact it turned into one thick with anger. "Y-You stupid, fucking idiot!"

He screamed, smacking the ground next to me. I could feel the shockwave of each hit on the ground, bits of gravel flinging around. "W-What were you thinking!"

He carried on pummeling the ground, his head flinging side to side. "Y-You never fucking listen to anyone! I-I tried to stop you!"

I heard more people approaching now, and I heard sirens in the distance. I lay on the floor, still throbbing with pain. I wanted to slip off into unconsciousness, but my body wouldn't let me. I heard a few people approach me and Tweek was grabbed from my side. He was kicking and screaming as Mr. Pober and the Principal came into focus. "Craig, are you okay!?"

I grunted. It wasn't meant to mean anything, I just wanted to confirm I was alive. In the distance I could still hear Tweek squirming around, not calming down for one second. Finally, an ambulance pulled up, and I saw a pair of men run over to me with a stretcher. They lifted me up, my body aching bad as I was eventually placed on the stretcher.

The wheels were squeaky and the ground was uneven, rocking my body as the men rushed me over to the ambulance. I heard a bigger group of people rushing by, mainly pupils. Through the crowd I definitely heard Clyde crying and Token saying something. That something I don't know.

All I know is that after that I was in an ambulance.

The ride was horrible, the cobbled streets of South Park rocking the van each time they turned a corner. It fucking hurt. We soon came to Hell's Pass, and I was pulled out. Next thing I remember was being rushed into the ER. It was weird, seeing so many people running by me. Caring about me.

…

I awoke suddenly, my head still throbbing from the pain. Most of limbs ached, and as I looked around me I saw why. I was covered head to toe in plaster, both of my legs propped up. One of my arms was in a sling and the other was set beside me. I waved it a little, I could still move it. I must have looked like one of those characters from a cartoon.

"Craig!" I heard a voice exclaim. My head was still dazed and I couldn't figure who it was, so I looked over to where the sound had come from. I saw streams of light cracking through the small openings of the blinds, revealing a figure stood there. The person moved closer, their face still obscured by the faint light in the room.

I grunted, moving my arm a little. The figure just grabbed it, stopping me from moving it. "Christ." I heard the person breathe. I looked at the face again, making out the outlines of my mom.

A single tear dropped off her face and landed on my arm. I could feel it, the weird warmth that came off it. Soon her eyes were completely moist, wet with volleys of tears.

From the corridor came another figure. It was big and bulky, and as it came over I heard my dad's distinct voice. He came over and slung an arm over my mom's back, rubbing up and down. He leant down, his face finally being revealed in the small crack of light. This was, truly, the first I saw him show a little remorse.

They both sat there for a bit, silent, but for my mom's tiny whimpers. I had my brain kick into overdrive, rushing through the past. Images of my parents fighting and screaming skimmed over in my brain. Not once had I seen them like this. Not once had I seen them together like this. Dealing with things like this.

Another pair of footsteps came from the door, faint ones. I swished my eyes over to the door and saw a small shadow appear in the door. My dad looked over, my mom still crying into her hands.

"Tricia!" My dad bellowed. She just ran in, missing my dad's outstretched arms and running over to the bed. I saw her face in the dim light. Her eyes were wide, mouth open.

"Mommy, is Craig okay?" She whimpered, my dad finally picking himself off the floor. Mom just carried on crying, and Tricia's eyes fixed on mine. "Are you?" She asked, to me.

"Tricia, stop." My dad commanded, dropping to his knees and hugging her into his arms. She began squirming, trying to get away from his reach.

"No! Stop! I wanna talk to Craig!" She shrieked. This only ended up making my mom cry more.

"He can't talk now, Trish." My dad said. Tricia finally stopped squirming, looking into my dad's eyes.

"Why?" She asked. A tear came from my eye, watching my family break in front of me.

My dad sighed and let her go, standing up. She just carried on staring. I watched him go out, before looking back over to my little sister. She was sat on the floor, legs spread out in a defeated manner. I then put my attention over to my mother. She was kneeling on the floor, sobbing into her hands.

It was agony. Sat there, watching each of my family break there and then. I'd never seen them do this, ever.

"Mommy?" Tricia said, standing up and sauntering over to where my mom was. She didn't take any notice, her head buried deep down. "Mommy?" Tricia asked again, putting an arm on my mom's shoulder.

My mom looked up, her hands containing pools of tears. After a minute of silence she spoke up. "What, Trish?"

My sister didn't move for a moment, holding in her breath. "Why can't Craig talk?" She finally said.

I was expecting her to burst back into tears, but she didn't. She just deadpanned her, hoping to god she wouldn't send Tricia into tears. "He's… a bit tired at the moment."

In horror, I watched my mom stand up and leave the room, meaning it was just me and my sister. I heard the door shut behind her, and as soon as it did my sister leaned over to me. "Craig? I don't know if you can hear me, but I want to say that you're a cool big brother."

She pulled back and stood in silence for a bit, watching me tentatively. Then she waddled over to a small bedside table. On flicked a small telly in the corner of the room, and the channels rushed by as she searched for something. It finally stopped on a show. Red Racer.

She put the remote down and went over to the door, slowly edging it open and steeping out. Before she closed it she stuck her head around the corner and whispered. "Get some sleep, asshole. I want to talk to you."

That was my sister, alright.