I read too many fanfics about when Terezi and Karkat died in a doomed timeline and when Jade shot Dave and killed him in a row, and this came to my mind. If I was john and I woke up from being dead to find my friend dead after I found my dad dead I'd be pretty upset. I'm all sad and can't think straight right now, and I don't normally write but I wanted to take a chance at it. I hope John isn't too OOC. And homestuck doesn't belong to me, obviously.

I woke up from a dizzy slumber, lying on the ground. Then I remembered what had happened in little flashes. Jack Noir was there. Rose and I fighting him. Rose talking REALLY weirdly. I died. My dad was dead. Jack noir killed my dad, and me.

My sudden rage provide me with enough energy to finally prop myself up on my elbows and take a look around. The world was still swaying but I could tell I was still in the room where Rose and I were fighting Jack.

Oh Gog.

Rose was fighting Jack alone.

I quickly tried to get up and look for my friend. My limbs were still heavy, like I just took a 10 day nap of some sort, so it was pretty hard to move. But- oh Gog, there she was. She's just lying there on the floor. I don't see any blood but I'm pretty sure she wasn't breathing. I felt my heart freeze in horror. Please don't let her be dead. Please.

I scrambled over to her body to make sure there was a chance I could just be crazy and Rose was just knocked out. Oh my gosh, that's a lot of blood. There was blood stains on her stomach and pooled around her body. She really wasn't breathing.

I stared down at the crimson pools around her. Why did this have to happen? Who were we kidding; we couldn't take down Jack by ourselves. It was a silly idea in the first place. We didn't think things through, we were blinded by our rage, and look where that left us.

I sniffed and wiped away a tear with my arm. I couldn't even remember starting to cry, but either way I was bawling now. The world was blurred and the harder I tried to look at her the more red swirled around in my vision. I eventually calmed myself down enough to hold back anymore tears, but I was still left with a bitter sense of guilt and sorrow in my stomach.

I hesitated to look at her face, but eventually I got the guts to do so. I was afraid to find her with her eyes open or something, that always creped me out. But her eyes were closed, almost like she was sleeping. She looked so peaceful but somehow it only filled me up with more guilt.

Her hair was slightly messed up from her battle, and it framed her face with little blonde curls. Her eyelashes were long and dark, and her eyebrows were thin and not as sharp as I thought they would be. She really was pretty, in an elegant way.

I slowly reached out to touch her but as soon as one of my fingers brushed her cheeks I gasped and drew back in surprise. It was cold, waaaaaaaay too cold. I almost started crying again, but I held it in. I had to be stronger this time. I was supposed to protect her, but I left her to face Jack alone.

I carefully lifted up Rose's body to mine. I held her in a guilty and sad embrace for a little bit and looked back at her. Then I leaned in and kissed her. I could taste the metallic tang of her blood on my lips and I quickly wiped it away.

That was it- I couldn't let another die. Not after I failed to save her and my dad. Never again, I promised myself. And I intend to keep that promise.