Candy Red Medicine (jade x karkat)

by LotusPoison

*trigger warning: cursing, suicidal thoughts, drug use* Harley disliked everything about her life, it was small and hardly noticeable. Just like John's dick. Her grades, social status, and her own opinions of herself dragged her to the deepest pits of insanity. She needed someone to save her, anything, or, a type of medicine. Candy red medicine. Art: deshmond.

1. Chapter 1

I lit up the fag stick, the tiny little flame running up the cigarette. I breathed it in, slowly relaxing, and sliding against the wall. I stared at the pile of assignments I needed to finish. Who cares. I can do it later. Breath out. A puff of black and gray smoke billowed out of my mouth. Surprising how something so hypnotizing and beautiful can easily end your life. This is the 20th cigarette I have ever used in my life, I counted, just to give myself limits. I took a photograph from my desk, a picture of me before college, me, smiling with my little dog hoodie. Arms wrapped around all my friends, Dave, Rose, and John, I missed them. Ever since that accident, I've never seen them. Rose is stuck in an insane asylum, she kept murmuring about dark magic, and carving things on her face and arms. Dave and John, they're both in a coma, 4 months its been. It worries me so. Being trapped in a cave didn't do us any good. Eating raw animals to survive, Rose screaming at the walls, Dave and John shrieking and banging against the sharp walls. Me, standing there and observing the mayhem, trying to keep us sane, and failing. When we were rescued, Rose was off her rocker, and Dave and John both had lung damage, holes riddled everywhere in their bodies, spurting blood everywhere with every step. I had a broken leg and a twisted right arm, thanks to Rose who desperately tried to drag me with her to insanity.

I sighed, and threw the butt of the cigarette away, I went in to my bathroom , brushed my teeth, washed my face, and took a crap. I changed outfits, in to a little sleeping dress my friends had given to me last year ago. A fan merchandise from a game called SBURB, it was big enough to last me for 2 more years. I dug the fabric in to my face, and wrapped myself in my blankets. Slowly, sleep intoxicated me, and the nightmares began.

I hurried to college, I hurled myself in to my car and drove off. I tuned in to a radio station, and met up with my "new" friends. Terezi hung outside of college gates, smoking a cigarette,

"w4nt on3? 1 h4v3 pl3nty."

"not right now, Terezi. But thanks anyways! Any interesting news to report?"

She tilted her ruby, red sunglasses at me, revealing her sightless, red eyes.

"Th3r3'5 4 n3w k1d 4round. Word s4y5 h3'5 look1ng for you. Look5 l1k3 a tot4l punk. S33m's n1c3 though. H3 5m33l5 r34l n1c3 though."

I looked around, and saw Nepeta bouncing around, tugging an unfamiliar kid along with her. Damn, that kid looks hot. I saw him notice me, he stood up straight. And ran straight at me, his thing, muscular arms grasped my shoulders.

"What the-"

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST HARLEY. DO YOU EVEN CARE YOUR FUCKING THINKPAN , SOMEON SENT ME HERE TO SAVE YOU. AND I WILL. "