Roses Are Red [Aradia x Karkat](ON HOLD)

Chapter One ==> Karkat Vantas

DISCLAIMER: Mature topics are mentioned throughout the book such as; racial violence, strong language, discrimination, depression, religious views, self-harm, sexual references, and neglect. If the topics make you uncomfortable or you're under the age of 15, it is at your own risk to read further. This disclaimer will be seen once in the book, no warnings of listed topics will be mentioned in advance; other than the characters mentioned below.

- (*[Insert Title Here]*) = Self-Harm/Suicidal Tendencies
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"Freak."

You were surrounded, why couldn't you have kept your mouth shut.

"Worthless."

You're so idiotic to think they would accept you.

"Mutant."

The bodily figures enclosed around you like a tormenting circle, names and profanities slipping out of their up curled mouths. One of them made physical contact with you, their grey hand shoving forward and you stumbling back. You want to fight, you want to take on the crowd in efforts to escape, but you can't. Your legs are frozen in place, your throat is dry enough to not even emit a sound for help, you were a coward. The space was getting smaller and tighter as they lingered forward and shoved you again. The force made you tumble onto your side, hands being cut from the rough cement of the ground. Tears started to stream down your face as a foot quickly took an open shot to your stomach, the pain making you tremble yet no sign of your voice's recovery.

The assault continued and progressively had gotten more aggressive. You had curled into a protective ball and cupped your hands over your face, which didn't do much, as the trail of red tears stained your cheeks with vain. Every kick, every lashing only made you feel more numb from their attacks.

They stopped and backed away, most likely to view the prized damage they've done to you. Not only physically, but emotionally pathetic and unmoving; unthinking.

You coughed. Your fingers slowly moved away and revealed blood, red blood. It coated your hands as your body shook violently, unable to keep the adrenaline that's slipping from your numbed body. You tried moving but grimaced in pain, everything hurt. The tears had stopped and your vision is blurry, sleepy even. You just want to close your eyes and escape the world around you, ease the pain. You feel like you're being suffocated, your throat unable to take in air as you gasped. Your hands went around your throat in a failed attempt to ease the choking. Your eyes squinted to see no one around to help nor save you, yet you felt a sense of happiness for that idea.

You rolled onto your back and let your arms drop to your sides limply, blood on your clothes, hands, and face. It seemed as if you were ready to let go, slip away and feel nothing. Your eyes drooped as the only thing you hear was the sound of your own choking.

Everything faded, feeling, sight, and emotion until nothing.

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"Karkat!"

A sudden rush of sunlight abruptly blinded your tired eyes, the blanket now shed from your cold body. You hissed at the surprise and shifted away in the sheets of your bed, not really wanting to get up at all. Just like the cliché teenager you are, protesting seemed to be the smartest but always failed sooner or later. As to who you assumed the voice was; your brother, you ignored the fact that he greedily stole the only source of heat and will never forgive his sins.

You heard a sigh as footsteps made their way distant, "You are so stubborn at times, I swear Karkat. It's nearly noon and you've yet to even move a muscle! Father wants you and I downstairs for breakfast this morning, or might I say afternoon, if you even care to the delight of processed meat and other animal consumptions that are to the most barbaric customs." The door shut and you slowly opened your eyes, adjusting them to the bright setting of the familiar messy block. Your brother doesn't learn that force will never work, though he's smart enough to list all of the elements on the periodic table in order and by memory.