Homestuck Fanfics

Scars (Dave Story)

Warning: Self-harm

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I put the razor back into the drawer, shoving it closed angrily, not caring how loud it was. I could do anything, Bro wasn't home. When was he?  I sigh as I clean myself off in the bathroom, I can't have blood every where. Bro wou;dn't notice if I had shoved my wrists in his face and yelled look but I cleaned for my benefit, I don't like having a mess. I didn't cut my wrists before, no that was the obvious place. It meant you were an attention seeker crying out for help, for someone, but that isn't what i was doing. I used to cut my legs, but when I found that the wrists hurt more I quickly switched to that and started wearing long sleeves. No one questioned me surprisingly. It was the middle of spring, but I wore winter clothes ironically. 

It was just my escape, a way to fill the void inside of me. I prefered not to talk about it, talking never helped. 

Another day of me hiding iin the corner, eating by myself, and wishing it would all end passed and I arrived home from school. Bro was home for once, which admittedly made me feel a tiny bit better. Only for a second though. I could never really be better for more than a second. Though I knew he was, I still called out "Bro, you home?" I walked into the main room, to see him sitting on the couch. 

"Hey Dave. How was school?"

Hell. Horrible. I wanted to die. I was alone again. I don't have friends. I hated it.

"It was fine."

"Hey, hows about we strife?"

At the sound of the word, I snapped my head back to him and trotted back down the stairs. I smirked at him.

"You're on, bro. Get my sword from my room and meet me outside!" 

This was the first time he had asked me to strife instead of me asking or him doing it suddenly. I was excited, though I could still feel the depression lurking around in the corners of my mind as I freshened up.

Bro's POV:

I jogged upstairs and pushed open his door. Gosh his room was a mess. I looked ever where for that damn sword and came up with nothing.I got desperate and looked in his closet: nothing. Looked under the bed: nothing. I decided hell though it was silly I should check the drawers, who ever knows with Dave?

When I opened the drawer instead of smiling because I had found the sword, I broke because I had found something else. A razor, next to a comb, with old blood and fresh blood all over it. 

"Shit." No. No, He couldn't do this. He didn't. Why would he? "Dave" I barely breathed out. Oh god, Dave. Why hadn't he told me? Why had he resorted to this?I threw the blade into the trash bin and I sat on his floor, letting guilt take me over. I sat there for a while, before finally getting up and jogging back down stairs to see Dave waiting in the threshhold of the back door, looking impatient.

"Well, where are the swords?" He asked tapping his foot, and crossing his arms so his sleeve lifted up slightly to reveal a single scar. I took a few long strides towards him, and hugged him strongly. 

Dave's POV:

Before I knew it, I was being squished against Bro's taller more muscular frame. I searched my mind for an explanation, but he seemed to know what I was thinking and answered me by hugging my tighter and asking into my hair 

"Why would you turn to that for help when I was here?"

Should I deny it? No, obviously he had seen something. He had proof, I couldn't lie. So I didn't.

"That's the problem, you were never here."

I feel him begin to hiccup, and whisper jumbled "I'm sorry"'s and promises. I can't handle it anymore. I didn't cry at all, ever, until now. I broke, I couldn't hold it all back as I collasped to the floor and Bro seemed to follow, as he pulled me closer as we kneeled down in front of one another. He pulls back after who knows how long, and tugs at my sleeve, causing me to pull away defensively.

"Let me see, please."

I shake my head furiously. How can I let him see the damage I've done? It's horrid.

"Please." He repeats and I have no choice but to look down in shame as I give my arm to him. I stare at  floor as I feel his fingers gently running over the raised bumps and deepened cuts in my arm. I cringe, not due to pain, but due to shame. I feel something new against my wrist and I peek up through the hair that has fallen onto my face. I see Bro, and his lips are pressed against my wrist as he squeezes his eyes shut, causing tears to roll out, onto his cheeks, off of his chin, down my arm, off of my elbow, and onto the floor. He pulls away and slowly meets my gaze. He gently grabs my face between both of his large hands, pressing our foreheads together.

"I'm so sorry, Dave." He barely manages to get out, he is crying as hard as I am by now. "What can I do to help? What do you need?"

This doesn't take much thought, I only ever needed one thing.

"You." I sadly chuckle as I let the word escape without my permission. It wasn't a lie though, all I needed was Bro, I needed his presence at least. He was the last source of happiness and he was rarely ever here. "I just need you here." I whisper out more before hugging him, and burying my face into his neck. He sobs more, and lets out more raspy broken apologies. 

"I'll always be here now Dave, I swear. I won't work, we can strife and rap all day, I'll get a shit load of apple juice. You don't have to go to school tomorrow. We'll do whatever you want. We can-"

"I just want you to be here. That's all."

And that was all. All I needed was Bro. He was home more after that, home a lot actually. I still went to school, and I still wasn't the most popular but I didn't care. I got through the day knowing that when I came home I could chug a glass of aj, strife and throw down some sick beats with him again. He didn't pressure me into talking about it, but he reminded me now and then that if i ever needed anything he was there. He was finally there for me.

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A.N:

I guess you could say Bro became Homestuck? ;D Sorry this was a serious one-shot about Depressed Dave and I have no clue if it's good. There was a one shot on the post (picture on the side) but I wanted to do one. 

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