Karkat-
Fuck. Holy fuck. I am such a fucking idiot. I promised stupid Dave I wouldn't do it again but my fucking stupid ass just had to do it again!
I cleaned up blood and put the blade away. I decided to sit quietly till Dave came home.I waited a while. It must've been 8 hours. My 13 year old self can't sit quietly for that long.
I heard footsteps from outside. Then the door open. Then I saw Dave strider.
"Karkat! Are you OK? You didn't do anything??" He quickly came to my side. I wanted to tell him the truth.. But what if he got angry? What if he hit me? I winced.
"I'm fine, Dave. I didn't do anything. Literally" it hurt to lie to him.
"Oh thank jegus"
Dave sighed and plopped his schoolbag down.
"I'm gonna get a drink, Want anything?"
I shook my head.
My head hurt
So did my arm.
"HOLY FRESH TITTY"
Dave screamed from the kitchen and I bolted in.
"WHAT THE FUCK"
"KARKAT. KARKI THERES A SPIDER HELP OH MY FUCKING GOD IT'S FUCKING COMING TO ME HOLY SHIT HELP KILL IT FUCKK"
I laughed, lifted my shoe and squished it
Dave sipped his apple juice and sulked. I didn't feel like saying anything.
I walked up to my room and closed the door. I sat down on my bed.
I brushed my hand through my hair and sighed. My nubs somehow seemed Smaller
I swear to fuck if they're shrinking.
The feeling of pain came from my wrists and I pulled up my sweater sleeve, revealing numerous cuts and bruises scattered around on my arm. I had a part bandaged.
I pulled up the other sleeve, just more scars. There was a knock on the door.
I jumped and frantically pulled down my sleeves and answered.
"Sorry if I scared you earlier by screaming I know you hate it" it was dave. After he apologized he handed me some cake and left. I felt bad but I threw the cake in the bin. I don't feel like eating. I feel fat enough. One again, I felt like crying, I didn't. I would look pathetic.
I flopped my head on my pillow and fell asleep.
