DaveKat (Sadstuck)

Karkat Vantas

Uh, Hi I guess.
If you read the fucking title you should know who the hell I am.  But for you ignorant shits out there, I'm Karkat Vantas.
And I guess you should know what I've been through for this story to continue right?  Right. Well, it started when I was in first grade, I was about 8 years old. I never really had luck making friends and practically everyone at my school thought, "Hey lets fuck around with the short kid! It'll be funny to watch him trip and shit!"
It wasn't funny. I would regularly go home with bruises and scratches, my dad would patch me up and asked what happened.  I would tell him I was just playing with the other kids and I tripped or something.  He would believe it most of the time. My older brothers' never really bothered to ask. The younger one, Kankri, would often ask if I want him to walk home with me. I told him I didn't care if he did, but I didn't tell him I'd probably get beat up on the way home. 
Anyways, when I was in middle school, about 13, I wouldn't get bullied as much. But my older brother and his girlfriend died in a car crash. We had always called him "Signless" as a nick name and I never really bothered to ask what his really name was.  Kankri would barely eat and my dad became lazy. So I was pretty much screwed. I had to cook for Kankri and I because he and my dad would be sulking most of the time. I hated it.
Then one day when I was a junior in highschool, 17 years old, I had to come home to the news that my dad had gone missing. At this point Kankri was old enough to be my legal guardian so that's basically what happened. That is, after they found my father shot in the head floating down a river. Kankri repeted his cycle of mourn as I had to take care of him and myself. Of course I was mourning too, but I wouldn't let that get in the way of the shit I had to do.  I was actually pretty angry about the whole situation, who the fuck did this to my dad and why? I finally let the question go when they found a suspect in his murder. He was put behind bars and sentenced for 10 years. I was going to turn 18 in 5 months. After the case had been closed a few weeks later I decided to go on a walk, I had skipped school for the court trial and it was about time the bell rang for the hell hole to end. As I was walking something or someone ran into me.