Chapter Twelve

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Be Dave
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Karkat agreed to hang out with me. That's a first. I drove as fast as I could to his house. I couldn't wait to hang out with him. Maybe even tell him how I feel about him. Every time I looked at him, my heart would skip a beat. He made me feel so warm inside. I couldn't control myself around him. Even just thinking about him made me happy.

When I brought him home last night he was already fast asleep, so I brought him inside. I put him in what I thought was his bed and was about to leave when his computer went off.

(I don't know what Kankri's chum handle is so I made my own for him with the help of my sis)

considerateGuide [CG] started pestering carcinoGenesict [CG]

CGKarkat are y9u just n9w gett1ng h9me? That 1s very unl1ke y9u. 1 was s9 w9rr1ed a69ut where y9u m1ght 6e. Y9u c9uld have at least t9ld me where y9u were...

CG: yeah dude karkats home

CG: hes asleep so ill be leaving now

CGWh9 1s th1s? H9w d1d y9u even get 1nt9 9ur h9use? Th1s 1s 6reak1ng and enter1ng. 1 sh9uld call the p9l1ce 9n y9u...

I shut the computer. The guy of the other end kept on rambling though.

When I got to Karkat's I let myself in because the door was unlocked and no one was answering my knocking. I went up to Karkat's room and opened the door.

"Hey I let myself in the door was un....." I was cut off when I saw him standing there in almost no clothes. His face turned a deep red, mine did too. We both stood there frozen for a few seconds until I walked in and closed the door behind me. I went up to him. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

His hair was tangled. His face looked like he hasn't slept in days. He was so skinny you could see his ribs. His skin color was a sickly pale color. What killed me the most were all the scars of self harm, surgery, and beatings on him.

I took his arm and slid my hand up and down his scars.

Is this because of his medical condition?
Was he always like this?
Why was I so stupid to not see this in him?

I was lost in thought rubbing his scars when I heard him almost cry.

"I-i'm sorry Dave. I-i'll meet you downstairs." He choked out, and so I did as I was told and walked out of the room.


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