Homestuck x Suicidal Reader

Homestuck x Suicidal Reader Introduction

     You sigh looking at the clouded sky from your seat in the class. Music blast into your ears as you scribble a few doodles on your sketchbook. Paper would hit your back every few minutes but you wouldn't care. You just doodled and ignored the loud conversation from the ignorant shits behind you.

     Sadly for you the sub couldn't care less what the students did and just played on her computer. This wasn't good for you especially with the people in the class. "God damn bitch turn around!" The girl behind you yells loud enough for the sub not to hear. You reluctantly turn to gain a paper to the face.

      "Oh look the whore finally turned around finally your listening lets see what else this bitch can do?" The popular girl smiles. You frown and turn. It was sad really, you didn't even know the girls name but you picked up enough hints to know some nicknames. You didn't know them anyway, what the fuck did you do to deserve this daily torment?

         The girl yanks your hair and stuffs the crumpled notes into your books. "Read it and weep bitch!" She sashayed her hips as she walked away. You frown; thoughts of your depression and you deserving this pain flew through you. The school bell rang signaling the end of school. You stuff your belongings into your bag along with the papers the girl gave you. Then run to your locker to get your stuff and not be late for the bus.

You sit down in the back, where you always sit. A ping coming from your phone followed by multiple more. You look at it happily expecting a friend but it wasn't.

It definitely wasn't

Retard

Go die bitch

Ugly ass whore

Go fucking kill yourself you rat

      They had gotten your pesterchum. The messages sure as hell didn't stop so you simply adverted your eyes. The seat weighed don from the other side and you see your friend. You smile and look out the window. The thing was this was your crush. It was one of the things that made your bus ride the best things ever but when he left that was different.

     Today you two held little to no communication. You would steel glances at the attractive male but he was looking at the ground. You sigh and look at your phone the messages were still there. The bus started moving and you two were silent. You looked around about to put your headphones on but stopped when you heard someone clearing your throat. It was your crush. You look over answering with a soft yes. His eyes wouldn't meet your and his body language showed that he was nervous. "D-do you like me?" He mumbled looking at you from under his hair.

    You adverted your eyes to. "I-I...W-well " He stopped you as he got up when the bus stopped. "I can't believe you," He mumbled. You gave him a questioning gaze as he hurried off the bus.

Now here comes the hell.

        He was the first person to get off the bus. You were the last and everyone from the first one would torment you to no end once he left. Today you could tell it was going to be harsh.

   The girls in the front let out full-blown laughter once he left. The all take their seats around you. "So guess what happened today little freak?" They laughed evilly. They then decide that calling you names was the way to go until the girl from before stopped then. "You know that guy you like, that one who sits next to you on the bus. I told him you hates him, even gave him this fake proof and everything. He believed me! Now you know what that means. You have nothing to live for it would be better if you just killed yourself." She smiled evilly getting off for her stop. The girls and few guys that surrounded you smiled at the news and then proceeded to tell you even more reasons to kill yourself, why you were so stupid, and so on.

      Soon you were the only one on the bus and tears were threatening to burst out of your eyes. The bus driver ignored so moving your headphones to a better fit. You sat there telling yourself how stupid you were and how you deserved every word they said to you. "Get off girly" the bus driver sneered at you and you gladly ran off and toward your house. You set your stuff on your bed and cried your eyes out. Your parents weren't home at the moment. Both of them being wonderful business bosses. Your siblings were in advanced courses, which meant they didn't come home unless they wanted.

     You bring out a small razor blade you kept hidden in a bright colored box. You took off your pants and shirt and changed into shorts and a tank. This showed all the deep cuts that were dug into your used to be silky skin. You sliced your arms and legs until it was just red. It was too hard to see with your tears so that's all you saw red. You then dragged the razor own your arm cutting about the vein on both arms.

Everything was blurry and you couldn't stop crying. You pull on some nice pants and a nice T-shirt pulling a jacket over the attire. Who doesn't want to look nice before they die?

You were at a cliff. The sight was truly beautiful. The sun was setting and the stars were already in the sky and it was the perfect mixture. The waves calmly splash against the cliff far bellow you and you sigh. You had written your suicide notes LONG ago. You got a ping from your phone. You look at it.

Stop

You look behind you to see him your crush. You turn tears falling down your face.

"Don't do it"