After reading the fic below, I suddenly got inspired. This is somewhat the same story, from Karkat's point of view. Enjoy.
Listen! By margierules: (Fanfictiondotnet) /s/8509445/1/Listen
All he ever does is talk, this kid. He never shuts up, and frankly it's quite annoying. He insists on prattling on, as if he'll be culled the moment his lecture ends. He has no idea. He doesn't even know. He doesn't realize even a little bit what it's like. I lived every day in hiding, keeping secrets from those closest to me. I was always afraid, of my neighbors, or the clerk at the shop where I goes to buy food every day. Nightmares came to me every night, no matter how much sopor I kept in my recuperacoon. I dreamt they would, by some series of unfortunate events, find out. I'd be shunned, alone. No one would bother to acknowledge a mutant creature like me.
So of course I was jealous, so much so that I wanted to strangle him. He was adopted, like some kind of rare, valuable gemstone. Kankri was accepted, loved, treated specially only because his blood was a bit more vibrant than the rust of the lowest caste. He even wore it loud and proud, in the form of a sweater. Meanwhile I went through life, working for myself, doing things on my own, all the while waiting for someone to come for me. To cull me. To take my life over something I had no authority over. Why does he get to be the lucky one? Confident, nothing to fear, leading a peaceful life in the comfort of home.
Eventually I just couldn't listen to his rambling. I didn't want to hear anymore. I begged whatever Gog or Jegus or any kind of higher power that might have even a remote chance of existence in the universe, for escape. Maybe my prayers were recognized, or perhaps an unusual event occurred; I got lucky. Either way, I escaped. I ran as far away as I could get from him, from them. Seeing anyone at this time, friend or stranger, would paralyze me.
So here I sit, in my hive. The structure that hid me all those sweeps. The building I call my home. The only place I can ever find refuge. I try to get comfortable, to indulge myself in whatever time frame I'm in. But I can't. I can't dismiss the knowledge that this is a memory. A dream. This is not reality. It's not the same, and from now on, nothing ever will be.