The Cool Kid

The Letter

I wondered into the kitchen, for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about Strider. I thought we had something special but apparently I was just his booty call. Kankri was leaning against the counter staring at me "This came in the mail for you." He waved an envelope at me, I took it begrudgingly and started to walk off "Karkat!" I heard him call after me, Kankri always knew when there was something wrong "Put away your clothes after you're done reading that." And promptly avoided the conversation. I sighed and stomped up to my room, setting the letter beside me. I pulled out my computer to blog, yes I run an anonymous, whiney, angsty blog that absolutely no one reads. Fuck off. I pulled up the browser and looked at the pulsing cursor "What do I call the worst day of my life?" I stared at the screen for a moment before I decided and typed 'Robbed, Raw, and Reeling'. Just then my phone rang, I picked it up to hear Terezi's sweet thoughtful voice "He blew you off? That's bullshit! But I sorta saw it coming." I sighed "And you didn't warn me?" I set the letter on my lap looking at the envelope "It's not like I saw it physically or something. Guys like Dave don't go for people like us. But look on the bright side! At least Dave didn't digitize you, broadcast you to the entire band then ditch you at Winter Formal for the spider bitch. That was hardcore humiliation-- at least in your scenario nothing happened." I felt my voice get a bit shaken "Yeah... At least nothing happened." I heard her moving around her room, it was really annoying when she did that "Can you imagine how suicidal you'd be if you actually took your shirt off?" It was torture to listen to this "I can only imagine... Hey I'll talk to you later okay?" She scoffed "Yeah sure go sob on your blog, and feel free to quote me!" I hung up and look back at the computer, I still hadn't told Terezi about what really went down with Dave. I looked at the computer "Sometimes I just want to die..." I typed, that was a stupid way to start it out. I picked up the letter and walked to the bathroom, I needed to think this out. I opened the letter hoping it'd be something like money or maybe even a letter from Dave

"Karkat,

As you are now, you could disappear and no one would notice. Below is a list of suggestions that should be taken into serious consideration:

1. Stop being such a pussy.
2. Your instincts suck second guess them.
3. The only people more pathetic then you are your friends. Drop the dead weight.
4. When you're sexy, you're happy and clearly you aren't happy.
5. Pull your head out of your ass and stand out.
6. Nobody likes the pitiful. Stop being such a drag.
7. You have to be cruel to be kind.
8. Make amends.
-A friend"

Whoever wrote the letter didn't pull any punches. It was the truth, and the truth hurt. I started running water and looked in the mirror "You do look awful." I picked up a bottle of aspirin and poured two tablets into my hand "Aspirin take me away." I put to tablets in my mouth and tried to swallow but unfortunately started choking, I dropped the bottle on the floor and attempted to gasp for air, eventually I coughed up the pills into the sink and took a step back and too my luck slipped on the pills that were covering the floor. I fell back into the bathtub and as soon as I grabbed for something a glass fell onto my head and my world at that moment went black.