Picking Up The Pieces

Chp 1. John's POV

Hey guys! I'm hella excited! This is my first FanFiction posted on this account! I would love constructive criticism. I hope you all enjoy and remember I do not own homestuck. John, Dave, Jade, ect. aren't my characters. They all belong to Lord Hussie. Hussie is love Hussie is life ;3

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They all say a picture is worth a thousand words, but this picture with you is only worth three. Three words you may never tell me again. Three words I've told you every single day and every single day I pretend you can hear me.

"I love you..."

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I hid the photograph as my thoughts were interrupted by the opening and closing of a door that was stationed behind where I sat. I didn't even turn to look at who the mysterious visitor was. It wasn't long until I drifted off into the abyss otherwise known as depression, as I recalled the predicament that occured a month before today.

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Pushed against the wall I had no options... My fate was unavoidable, so I accepted my death. I didn't scream. Never would I give him that pleasure of a struggle.

As he raised his club with a wicked grin I closed my eyes, but the club never came down. Instead I felt another body collide into mine and knock me out of the way. Of course I was in shock, so when I turned around I froze. I saw the juggalo beating another form instead. My hero. My idiotic hero...

It wasn't long until the cops showed up and Karkat drove me home.

Why? Why would you take the fall for me? You shouldn't have interfered. It should've been me.

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My cluttered thoughts were inturrupted once again but this time I looked to see the unexpected visitor who was pulling on my arm. It was Karkat Vantas, my Morail... or whatever weird troll thing that signifys.

"JOHN... ITS TIME TO GO. VISITATION TIME IS OVER." He attempted to lower his voice to a mild shout. I shot him a forced smile to convince him I was okay. His concern over me after the accident was shocking. Since we didn't get along that well before... I mean... We were almost friends?

I stood up out of my seat positioned next to the Strider's hospital bed reluctantly, "I love you.." I gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and prayed he would get better. Then I turned around to leave before the nurses could come in and scold me again.

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Karkat and I drove home together. You see we all lived in the same apartment complex and a couple weeks before the incident Dave and I decided to move in with eachother... I didn't want to go back, but I knew I had to. I knew I would see the same shirt hanging onto the back of our couch, and his broken sword laying on the countertop. But what I dreaded the most was the smell. It stuck to his clothes, our bed... everything. It drove me insane.

I opened the car door and thanked Karkat for the ride. I fished our apartment key out of my cluttered pocket and took a deep breath as I unlocked the door. When I slammed the door behind me I immediately burst into tears. And not the prissy girly sobs you hear in the movies. This one was loud and snot filled. But, honestly, I didn't care anymore. Without him I was nothing but an empty shell.