JohnDave (Homestuck)

Why? (TW: S*ic*de)

John woke up to the sound of his alarm. Another shitty day, he thought. His depression has been getting worse for some reason. He didn't feel like getting up. His dad was gone for a month anyways, so he was able to miss a few days and get away with it. The boy in blue heard his computer ding. Most likely pesterchum.

TurntechGodhead [TG] started pestering
EctoBiologist  [EB]
8:49

TG: Hey. You aren't at school
TG: You okay?
TG: John please answer. I'm getting worried.

~9:03~
EB: Haha I'm at home
EB: I wasn't feeling so great

John knew that was a total lie, but how would he tell his friend he was just feeling really depressed?

TG: Alright
TG: Get better soon, Okay?
EB: Haha okay. Later Dave.

EctoBiologist [EB] seized pestering
TurntechGodhead [TG]
9:05

John sighed and leaned back in his chair.

NEXT DAY

John sighed as he sat down at his desk. He arrived at school half an hour early, mainly to avoid the bullies. He rested his head on his desk, but felt someone yank his head up. It was one of the jocks, "Hey Faggot. Why don't you meet up with me and my buddies after school?" John sighed and nodded. The Jock left and John hit his head on the desk.

AFTER SCHOOL

John sighed once more. He tried making his way home but was yanked to the side and dragged to an unknown place. Before he could speak he was punched in the face. He groaned in pain. This went on for several minutes until the Jocks got bored of him. He made his way home. "I don't want to do this anymore. I'm fucking done." He muttered to himself. He wrote a quick note and grabbed a bottle of pills. He downed them.

~Two Days Pass~

Dave was fed up that John was ignoring him. He hasn't answered for two days. He decided to go to Johns house after school. He knocked on the door.... no answer.... He knocked again... still no answer. He opened the door and looked around, "John?" He walked up to the boys room, opening the door and gasping. He rushed over to the blue boys corpse and held it l, "NononoNONONO JOHN DON'T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME! GOD DAMN IT!" He shook the boy as tears fell down his face, but he wouldn't wake up. Dave looked at the neatly folded note on Johns bed. He carefully picked it up and read it.

"Dear who ever finds me. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I couldn't handle it anymore. I needed the pain to end. No one can stop me. I'm sorry. Dad, Dave, Rose, Jade... God I'm so fucking sorry. I love you all." Dave threw the note on the bed and screamed. He fell to his knees and sobbed. John was his best bro since he was 4... and now he's gone. Dave sniffled and picked up a pencil, writing his own note.

"To whomever finds us. My name is Dave Elizabeth Strider. I'm 16 years old. John was... no. IS, my best friend. He was my first love. I can't go on with out him." He folded the note neatly up to Johns and went downstairs. He grabbed a bottle of pills and went to Johns room. He laid down next to the corpse and chuckled sadly. He kissed Johns cheek and downed the bottle.

~ A Week Later~

Today is the day of your brothers and your friends funeral. Your name is Rose Lalonde. Your brother killed himself after finding his best friend dead. Tears fell as people started leaving and the caskets were lowered. They're in a better place now, right?