everything is homestuck

colacrush

davexdirk sadstuck ( trigger warning: includes self harm )
this is based off of a little strip of pictures i found
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Dirk had always been a bit worried about Dave. He would always lock himself in his bedroom, and he would hear Dave sobbing incoherent words to himself.

Dirk was in his bedroom; maybe he had a journal he wrote feelings in, maybe he was getting bullied, maybe he hurt hi-

The elder Strider stopped thinking about what it might be when he opened a drawer. There were a few pieces of clothing in the drawer, but what surprised him most was in the back corner of the drawer.

Dirk pulled the drawer open further. Sitting in the corner of it was a small collection of blades; razor blades, pencil sharpener blades. They all seemed to have a reddish color dried on them.

"Shit!" Dirk said to himself, before pushing the drawer shut.

"Bro, you home?" He heard from the front door.

Dirk quickly ran down the stairs, meeting Dave in the living room with a hug.

"D-Dirk?" Dave was surprised by this touch of affection.

"I-I'm here for you, little man.." Dirk's eyes had tears in them. He was blaming himself for this. He was never the best brother. He never checked on Dave when he heard him crying. He always ignored it and walked away.

Dave pulled away from the hug. "W-You..?"

Dirk stared into the boy's red eyes that were covered by those shades he always wore. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I was scared.." Dave bit onto his bottom lip.

"Why were you scared?" The tears were trying to force themselves out of Dirk's eyes.

Dave tugged on the sleeves of his shirt. "I was scared that you'd get mad at me and yell at me l-like you always do.." He hurried past Dirk, going upstairs and into his room. He roughly shut the door.

Dirk could hear the boy crying already. "Well shit.." He ran upstairs, and began knocking on Dave's door. "Let me in."

Dave hesitantly said. "No!"

Dirk heard a drawer opening in Dave's room. "Open the fucking door right now!" Dirk was turning the handle, trying to get it open, but it was locked.

Dave didn't say anything, he just continued crying.

Dirk hurried into his own room to find something to pick the locked. He began turning it in the lock on Dave's door, and the door swung open.

Dirk covered his mouth at what he saw. Dave was sitting on the floor with his back against his bed, his sleeves pushed up.

"Get out of my room!" He yelled at Dirk.

Dirk looked closer and saw one of the blades in Dave's hand.

"Dave stop!" The tears began falling down Dirk's own cheeks.

Dave shook his head and just yelled at Dirk to get out again.

Dirk went over and sat by Dave, looking over his shoulder at his hands and wrists. Thank god he figured out when he did.

Dirk grabbed Dave's upper wrist with the hand that he had the blade in. Dave tried pulling away.

"Dave stop. I hate seeing you like this.. Please hand it to me." Dirk was crying harder than he ever has.

Dave's tears began to fall a bit more, but he decided to listen to Dirk.

Dirk stood up with the blade in his hand and went over to the opened drawer and grabbed the others.

"W-What are you doing?" Dave quickly stood up.

"Helping you." Dirk walked out of Dave's room, into the bathroom and before Dave could get to the bathroom the blades were flushed.

Dirk wrapped his arms around Dave. "I want to help you feel better.. I'm your brother anyways.. I love you, Dave.. I care about you.."

Dave nodded slightly, wrapping his arms around Dirk. "I-I love you too.."