Away

Chapter One

Well this will be interesting to write/read, won't it? Also, if you see another copy of Away out there I did not steal it. I couldn't deactivate my other account because I forgot the password. So please don't think I stole this. Also, one update a week okay?
I don't own Homestuck or the cover image.
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The darkness shrouded the girls sight. Everywhere she went all she could see was the continues darkness. Following her, chasing her, stalking her. It made her feel hopeless and depressed. She couldn't see her boyfriends ironic smirk, she couldn't see her sisters joyful smile when she announced she was getting married, and most of all- she couldn't see the pained smiles people would throw her way.

The black was everywhere, no other color would seep through. It was just black.

And it seemed to get worse at night. Night was when everything went black. She could sense when the darkness would begin to fall and she would cry. Everything seemed to get even darker, everyone would be asleep- not being able to comfort her, and she had a hard time distinguishing if she was awake or not.

She had spent so many sleepless nights crying or wondering if she was asleep or not. She hated the darkness that surrounded her. It just wouldn't go away.

And so here she was, curled up on her bed- at least she thought it was her bed, it could easily be the heavily carpeted floor or a beanbag -crying her eyes out.

She rubbed her hazel eyes to cease the tears from falling but that never worked. She wished that she knew what her eye color looked like or her hair color or any color in truth. She's only heard her mom complement her ginger hair and hazel eyes.

For some reason her sister hated her for that. She would say Terezi looked to much like mom and tug on her hair meanly. How was that an insult? Yes it hurt because she would never see her one looks or her mothers and sure as hell not her sisters. But she loved looking like her mother even though she would never see it.

Terezi could hear soft footsteps outside her room. The wooden floorboards creaking with every step. It was probably Latula heading downstairs for a late night snack or drink. The only problem with that theory was that Latula never tippy-toed past her room. Latula would always walk by loudly- not caring if Terezi heard or not.

Now she could hear a door creak open. Okay, now everything was getting weird. Latula never opened her door slowly, she flung it open if she was going to go somewhere or even just to go downstairs for a snack she would still swing it open.

Everything was wrong.

Terezi climbed out of her bed- okay good, she was in fact in her bed -and silently felt her way to her door. Every night Terezi would place her white and red dragon cane on her door. She had it specially ordered to have a dragon head on it.

Sure she didn't know what a dragon looked like but she heard stories about them and they were fucking cool. Defiantly cooler then princesses and fairies.

She grabbed her cane and pushed opened the door. Tapping her cane lightly on the floor she made her way out into the hallway. The wooden floor smelled old and moldy and so did the walls.

Terezi shivered as her feet touched the cold floor. No matter how much she begged to get the floor up here carpeted her mother said no. It was always freezing cold and some times slightly wet after a day of rain.

She stood out in the hallway for a few seconds, trying to get her bearings when she heard it. A sharp- but muffled -scream coming from the direction of Latula's room.

"Tula?" Terezi rasped, walking along the freezing cold floor to her sisters room. She could feel another presence in the room and she stopped walking, holding her breath. She stood ridged, hoping that whoever was in there wouldn't see her.