Darlin' [A Davekat FF]

He Wasn't.

(TRIGGER WARNING- CUTTING, SELF HARM, AND BLOOD. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THAT TRIGGERS YOU IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM. ALSO, PLEASE COMMIT SELF HARM. I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND IT WILL GET BETTER. THANK YOU, I LOVE YOU GUYS! AND IF YOU NEED TO TALK TO ANYONE ABOUT ANYTHING, MESSAGE ME. THANKS! ♡)
Dave's POV-

The tiny albino had a look of pure terror on his face. "NO NO NO NO NO! I CANNOT TRY OUT!" He yelled, something he does quite often.
"And why the hell not?" I questioned.
"I JUST CAN'T!" He squeaked.
"Well I mean-" As I was finishing my at sentence the bell cut me off.
"WELL GOTTA GO, BYE!" Karkat rushed out before walking away.
'God dammit.' Dave didn't know why, but the thought of that karkat kid prancing around in booty shorts is quite pleasent.
"I guess I'll just have to, persuade him..." Dave mumbled to himself.

Karkat's POV-

'I cannot join the cheer team. People will think I'm a bigger fag than I already am.' Karkat thought to himself. He ran into the boys bathroom and locked the door.
"This'll do." He mumbled.
Karkat slipped his backpack onto the sink and dug through the small front pocket.
"God damn, where is it?" He mumbled.
After a minute of searching he slightly cut his finger on the object he was searching for.
"Gotcha." He whispered. He pulled out the razor and stared at it. He pulled up the sleeves to his baggy black sweater and then stared at his arms.
Freak and mutant carved into them. He didn't know why but he always thought those words fitted him. Like in some past life he was some weird 'monster.' Once he found some clear space on his marked up arms he did it. He cut. Not to deep though.
One, two, three....
The slight stinging sensation. Blood oozing out. It almost made him smile, the thought of him dying that is.
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen...
Each one deeper than the last. Once he decided twenty was enough he got some paper towels. He worked for almost hours cutting and then cleaning up.
By the time he was done the bell rang, signaling his last class was starting.
So, he ran dizzly to his last class.
He hated it.
Pretending he was ok.
He wasn't.

((Ok so, DANG. I crie so much. I hope you liked this. It was really sad to write so I'm sorry for the feels. Love you, BYE! ♡))