Break and Heal

intro

Be Karkat: You are simply fuming. Your brother just broke your only prized position, his reason? He was just playing around, he didn't mean to. You end up storming up to your room, crying and throwing things. That thing was the only thing keeping you alive. You sit on your favorite perch on the roof, which you can get to from your window. You're contemplating jumping. No one would care, you're just a lonely albino kid anyway. Your father has your brother, and you don't have any friends, because they're scared of you. You sit in the cold area, it was usually cold, considering you live in fucking Montana. Your name is Karkat Vantas, and you are now falling down three stories to the ground.

You wake up in the hospital three days later, groaning. Your whole body hurts, and you have a broken leg, along with a broken wrist, but you still want to die. You look up to see your father hanging over you, his lips in a tight line as he speaks words that breaks your heart.

You defiantly do not want to go to a treatment group home, and you put up a damn well fight when your father tries to drag you into the car a month later and your injuries have healed, but the scars on your arms have not. He finally gets you in with the help of your brother, and you're off on a five hour drive.

Be Aradia: You are Aradia, and you want everyone to shut up, of course, you're sitting in your room alone talking to yourself. Or, for that matter, curled in a ball screaming shut up and clawing your face. You can't help it, you just hear them, louder and louder in your ears. You are soon swarmed by doctors trying to hold you down on your bed, telling you to calm down, that it's all in your head, but you don't understand how they cant hear the screaming voices. The monsters in lab coats sedate you and you're out in minutes.

When you wake up, you're required nine months in a stupid healing home.

Be Tavros: Your name is Tavros Nitram, and you're shaking. You cant deal with this pressure as you stand in front of your class, well, sit. You're still in therapy for the whole loosing your legs thing. You can feel yourself start to shake. Oh god, not this again. Letting out a quiet whimper, you look at your classmates. You just know they're going to laugh at you. You can't take it anymore! You start to cry and your vision is getting blurry. The last thing you remember is staring at your classmates.

You open your eyes to see your bedroom walls. Your mother is sitting next to you, stroking your hair. You hate her next words, you don't want to leave her. But your school is forcing you to go to this rehab thingy before you can come back. It's not fair, you start to cry again.

Be Sollux: You hate this. You hate not being able to control yourself. You can't stand yourself at times like this, and worse, you're hurting people you love. You get enraged, throwing a vase at the wall as your dad and brother scream at you to calm down. You can't calm down, are they crazy?! You trip and fall down the stairs, and suddenly you cant move. A wave of calm hits you as your eyes start to close, You're big brother screaming as your dad calls an ambulance. Your brother's holding you, sobbing, but you don't know why. Your eyes almost completely closed when you're lifted into an ambulance and hooked onto several machines.

When you wake up, you're in a hospital bed, smelling that weird alcohol smell of cleanness. A nurse walked in, giving you a sympathetic look before breaking the news. Your family was sending you to a group therapy home hours away from home, which you did not want to go to. At all.

Be Nepeta: You can't stand this, are they serious? How can they- ugh! You yell at your classmates to go the other way with the line, because how can you not? Frustrated, you throw down your things to fix these idiots work. You slip on a paper, knocking yourself out.

When you wake up, you realize that there's no one to take care of your twenty-three cats and no one to take control of those idiots at your school. You also realize you're in a group rehab home, in a room with another bed. There's a girl in the bed with long black hair facing the other way.

Be Kanaya: It's four am, and you can't sleep. How can you? Your room is TOTALLY A MESS! You absolutely cannot sleep with the papers on the floor staring at you. Or that soda bottle on your desk. You sigh and sit up, rubbing your eyes and standing. You feel absolutely exhausted, you never get to sleep, considering there's always something to clean. Your mother is standing at the doorway, crossing her arms in a disapproving way. She hates when you do this, and she has threatened to send you to therapy before.

You never believed she would do it.

But she did.

And now your on your way to a group therapy home.

Be Terezi: You miss color. You miss being able to sit in a field of color and take photos of nature. So here you are, laying on your floor, crying, again. Its the third time today, and the eighteenth time this week. Your sister comes into your room and hugs you, while your mother sighs and calls the group place she had been thinking about. Your sister leans close and whispers how rad and amazing you are. It helps slow your tears a small bit, but you still feel an aching.

Your name is Terezi, and you're here to heal.

Be Vriska:

Okay, so maybe stealing the car wasn't a good idea, but you couldn't help it! It was so beautiful and pretty, with the deep blue paint and eight black stripes. You really don't want to go to this reform home, but you know you have too, which totally sucks. You're totally not a criminal! You really aren't, your social worker just says its a good idea so you don't get in any more trouble. You feel a little bad now, you didn't even give your new foster family a chance, and instead of throwing you out, they're even paying for you to come here. You try not to feel bad, guilt is a weakness.

Your name is Vriska, and you're here to fuck shit up.

Be Gamzee: You're fuming, how dare they?! That stuff was your life and they took it away! You throw your brothers baseball bat at him and scream in rage. Of course, he dodges it and yells, well, signs at you to calm the fuck down. You however, do not calm the fuck down, not until you make it to the dresser where you dig into your sock drawer and pull out the drugs you now need to function, lighting it and taking a deep inhale. Your brother looks at you disappointed as your father tells you to start packing. You know exactly what this means, they've given in, they're sending you away.

Be Equius: You hit the first guy in the mouth, and the second in the stomach. Sure, they hadn't done much but you were still pissed. You got some major hits in before you were pulled off and held down, teachers shaking their heads as they call the reform group home they threatened to call if you got into anymore fights in the dorm. You immediately start packing and are sent away.

Be Eridan: You're sobbing, you just can't take it anymore. You're the prince of Spain and yet they're forcing you to a reform home in America. They found your gun, the ropes, and your blades. They also managed to see your scars, though you were in the shower. Your father is extremely upset, but also furious. The Prince, forced into rehab, not something people want their king-to-be to be in the papers for. You are now on the plane, holding your favorite stuffed animal yes, you're seventeen and have a favorite stuffed animal, boo hoo, and try to choke back sobs.

Be Feferi: Okay, these...these...peasants. who do they think they are? Telling you you aren't a queen. They must be blind, you're even wearing a crown. They clearly cannot tell, and your mother, that bitch, is yelling at you to get down now, that you're delusional, well, she doesn't know anything.

They forced your beautiful crown off of you, and now you're in a car, riding to a home where your mother says you'll get better.