Ok, I was informed of a ship that made me curious, so I decided to start working on this as a side project when I get stuck on my other fanfic. The pair is KurCron. I warn you, this will not be a happy and carefree kind of story. Because I'm Sadistic that way. Huss owns my Homestuck and my soul, Review to let me know what you think.

The water hits me like a ton of bricks, and I can't breathe. I'm numb, stunned from the fall, and everything has gone silent. I don't struggle, welcoming the dark waters as they surround me, filling my mouth and lungs. It hurts but I don't mind. If it can take everything else away, I'll gladly suffer just a little longer. My vision is going dark, and as any human will I struggle, choking on that sweet darkness of death as it crawls down my throat. My instincts say to fight, get air in my lungs and get the water out. I don't want to listen to it, clutching at my neck and twisting. Then I see the water foam up and as my vision goes dark his face is in front of mine, a deathly skeleton come to take me away from the pain. My vision is gone and my last thought is that it's all, finally, over.

~That Morning~

"Cronus, will you get out of there already!" The banging on the bathroom door is loud as hell and I roll my eyes, finishing on brushing my hair back. I don't want to deal with my sister's crap today, I just want to get to school, before- the sound of breaking glass and a shriek of anger brings a sigh from my lips. I push the door open, grumbling a little as Aranea runs into the bathroom and slams the door shut behind her. Eridan is hiding in our room when I go in, stuffing his homework in his bag as quickly as he can while the sound of yelling begins to fill the house again.

"Hey, what about breakfast?" He mutters something about not being hungry, and fumbles to put his glasses on while I grab your own back pack off the top bunk of our shared bunk bed. Eridan is shaking like crazy again and I frown down at him. Is he just afraid, or has he been indulging that damnable habit of his again? I don't get the chance to ask, he's out of the room already, slipping out the back door in the laundry room. I'm not so lucky, and end up having to go into the kitchen where I've left my music player. Mom is screaming at dad again, I'm not sure what about, and I just want to get away before they notice me. I don't succeed.

"Cronus, what the fuck are you doing in here! You're supposed to be at school!" Mom's screaming at me again, her blue eyes furious, and I can smell the alcohol on her breath. She's wearing a long nightshirt, hanging partially off one shoulder, and her words are slightly slurred. "It's only five thirty mom. School doesn't start till seven-" she cuts me off with a slap to my face and glares at me. "Don't talk back to me!" Suddenly dad's hand is around her wrist and he's yanking her back to face him. "Don't you hit my son!"

They're yelling at each other now and I take this chance to make my escape, dashing for the front door. I can hear them yelling still even as I get to the street, running as fast as I can to get away from them. From my so called home.

It's worse at school. Everyone thinks I'm a freak for dressing like a greaser, but I am who I am. I don't change my fashion sense just because of a few bruises. A fist to my jaw behind the bleachers at lunch. A fist in my gut a moment after. I can't breathe as they pummel me again and again, Kankri snickering as he watches, leaning against the wall as his buddies beat me black and blue. "Had enough yet, worthless?" I can't stop the glare, and I know I'm going to regret it when I raise one hand, middle finger raised in his direction.

I don't make it to class today, my lip is split and I can't breathe through my nose without pain. I'm pretty sure a rib is broken, and I don't know where I'm going as I wander around the streets. I don't want to think about anything. I stumble upon Eridan and Gamzee with some of their friends, getting high in the park again and I don't even bother this time. I'm tired of trying to get him to stop smoking pot, and I just turn around, walking away.

I don't even know where I am anymore by the time night falls. I'm just walking by the river, tired of everything, tired of life. I stop, looking down into the water. It's deep now, it's been raining for the last few weeks. It's not very fast, but it's still deep and I lean over the railing watching it flow without a care or conscience. I wonder if it would hurt if I fell in. If anyone would miss me, or even care if I were gone. I don't really think so, and the longer I stand there, the more I think about what it would feel like. To just jump in, to let everything go and let myself die.

I don't know when I make the decision but suddenly my foot is on the railing and I'm pulling myself up swing my legs over and cling to the edge from the other side. Hesitating, afraid it will hurt. But I guess, I'm used to hurting. Finally I let go, jumping away from the rail with all the strength I have and I think I hear a shout as I plummet to the river.

The water hits me like a ton of bricks, and I can't breathe. I'm numb, stunned from the fall, and everything has gone silent. I don't struggle, welcoming the dark waters as they surround me, filling my mouth and lungs. It hurts but I don't mind. If it can take everything else away, I'll gladly suffer just a little longer. My vision starts to darken and then, and as any human will, I struggle, choking on that sweet darkness of death as it crawls down my throat. My instincts say to fight, get air in my lungs and get the water out. I don't want to listen to it, clutching at my neck and twisting. Then I see the water foam up and as my vision goes dark his face is in front of mine, a deathly skeleton come to take me away from the pain. My vision is gone and my last thought is that it's all, finally, over.

~the next morning~

When I wake up, I don't recognize the room around me and I sit up fast, wincing at that mistake as my lungs ache and all my pains from lunch come back with a vengeance. "Ughhh." Is all I can manage, rolling over as a wave of nausea hits me hard and I lay back down on the couch. I can see someone in the kitchen, apparently cooking something, and it's when he turns that I remember what happened before I blacked out. He's watching me warily as he comes over, face concerned under the skull tattoo covering his entire face. He has piercings in his brow and snake bites on his lips. Countless piercings marching a trail up the curve of both ears.

"Who are you?" You growl at him, wondering why he pulled me out of the water, when I clearly hadn't wanted to be. It was his face that had loomed at me in the final moments of lucidity, deep under the water. He doesn't answer my question, crouching down by me on the couch and feeling my forehead before he returns to the kitchen. "Hey, answer me dammit!" He stays silent, bringing me a plate of what appears to be curry and he's got a notebook and pen in his hand. It's when I've got the plate on my lap, attacking the curry with a ravenous vengeance that he show's me what he's written in the notebook.

My name is Kurloz, and I'm mute.