Disclamer: I dont not own homestuck or any of the charcters, it all goes to Andrew Hussie.
'hehe you're just better off dead.'
Dave's shadless eyes stared at the dark ceiling, mind tricking him with monsters that aren't actually there. The demons whisper in the back of his mind, telling him things that he shouldn't beleive, but he does.
'Nobody want you here, you're just a burden.'
The albino sighed and rubbed his tired eyes, sleep rarely, if ever, ever came to him anymore. His Bro was always out doing his jobs, doing his best to provide for dave and himself.
It was hard, but somehows his brother has awlays came through, even if he does spend most of their moeny and puppets and shitty swords.
Dave traced outlines in the popcorn of his ceiling, always getting gruesome faces. red eyes flickering all around his room, anxiety settling into his stomach. he held his breathe as he stared into a corner. It looked as if there was a contored black dog like creature staring back at him.
It snickered, looking at him with piercing red eyes, 'We're the same dave...why dont you come and join me? Nobody cares for you, but i will. Just do it.'
Dave blinked and it was gone.
He pulled the band on his wrist and snapping it back, leaving a stinging red mark across all the other scars. it wasn't enough. It didn't fufill the itch to scrape a shiny blade across that miscolored peice of flesh.
The teen growled and held his head, ripping at his hair. "SHUT UP SHUT SHUT UP...shut up..."
His bedroom door slammed open, revealing a wide eyed bro. The older Strider rushed over, pulling the sobbing alino close. Dave coldnt hold his sobs back, even though he tells himself Striders don't cry.
Bro had know about this for a while, catching dave in the bathroom one day, wrists bloody. All he could do in situations like this is shoosh dave and tell him everything is going to be alright.
But it's not, nothing is ever alright. It never will be.
this is so short im embarrased.
