Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie. Although I really just want to take the characters and just give them soup and wrap them in a blanket.

They don't understand. How could they? They've all had someone to love, someone to hold close.

I used to have it all. I had two out of four. And them it all came crashing down around me, burning like oil in the sea.

I was rejected. Tossed aside like I was nothin. And now, I realize, I am nothin. Not any higher or lower. God, what was I thinking? Blood is blood, and it doesn't matter what color it is. In the end, we all die and the ground will just soak it up.

But after my fall, I carried on. I was a good little soldier. I did what they asked, pretended to be the old me. I snarked and sniffed, looking down as they remembered. Only on the inside could I scream. I yelled and cried as I made myself bleed, bangin on the walls that had been put up. Every day, sittin there, locked up in my own head, trapped in my own personal hell. I waited. I waited and hoped that someone would finally come along who cared enough to help me break down the walls.

To release the real me.

But no one did.

They never noticed anythin different, never noticed I was dyin on the inside. For years I had built this prison in my mind, trapping myself slowly, bit by bit.

And no one cared.

So I soldiered on. I lifted my gun, not noticin the tremble of my hands as the beam of destructive light descended upon the mockery of angels.

And when my final connection to anythin left hopin for was severed, the final piece clicked into place. The lock clicked shut, keepin me prisoner in a place I often tried to stay away from.

It hurt.

It hurt when I realized that she never really cared. She only used my as she saw fit, cuttin me off when I really needed her.

Then she pranced off, merrily skippin away to chase her hearts desire.

And I was happy for her.

But I was trapped.

All the kindness and compassion had been leaked into the corner, the wall I made finally tumblin down. Buryin me underneath it.

I couldn't breath

I was drownin, but everyone thought I could swim. So did I.

Only anger, hate and loss were left, tearin at me, eating me from within.

I could only watch in terror as my body went numb, resisting all chances of control.

Haha. Hope. What a lie. And only now do I realize it, as I watch myself destroy those I care for. But I'm not bitter. Just sad.

All I can do is sit here and watch as my end comes.

And ya know, it's really the only thing I've ever deserved.

But even death doesn't bring relief. I'm still haunted by it all. It won't let me go. It's draggin me down kickin and screamin, but there's no one around to hear it. No one who cares anyway.

I'm never to get my rest, am I? I'm still drownin. And now the one who I thought would help is shovin me under. And I accept my fate, because I deserve this.

I accept it like a good little soldier.

A violet prince.

And I'm so glubbin sorry...

So, how did I do? I kinda want to do this again, with other homestuck characters, so just review or pm me or whatever for who you want to see next.

r&r please, people! Maddy out~