You were finally alone.
The meteor was currently passing through a dream bubble, one which contained all the pre-scratch versions of you and your friends. You had just met your own; Latula Pyrope.
Latula was nothing like you'd expected. You thought she'd be professional, with a passion for the law, like yourself. Instead, you found an uncaring and childish gamer. Latula was stuck-up; she thought she was the best, at gaming, skateboarding, or otherwise. That wasn't the worst, though. What bothered you was that the way she acts should have been annoying to everyone, yet she seemed to be one of the most popular trolls you'd met. And that made you jealous.
No one had been paying much attention to you. The only person who you'd talked to on the meteor was Karkat, and Sollux, occasionally. But now that Dave and Rose were here, you had no one. Dave was the only one talked to you, but you both knew that every second spent together just made things worse. It just got Karkat angrier and angrier, but there was nothing you could do.
You didn't know what to do anymore, about anything. You used to be so sure about yourself. You knew who your friends were, you knew they admired you. Now, you weren't so sure.
Karkat hadn't talked to you in weeks. Dave talked to you, but how were you to know if it was out of pity, or not? You'd hoped to find a friend in Latula, but that was impossible. She was way too impressive, you could never measure up. Why would she want to be associated with a troll like you?
So, you'd done the only thing you could think of. The moment you woke up, you made sure everyone else on the meteor was still asleep. You straightened the tie on your cape, and wiped tears out of the corners of your eyes. You hadn't cried in a long time.
Then, you made your way back to your area of the meteor. It took a while, since your nose was running and obstructed your ability to tell where you were going.
You tilted your head up, noticing the many beams that made up the ceiling. You bit your lip, tears running from your sightless eyes, down your face. The ceiling wasn't that high; several scalemates still hung from the bars.
Taking a deep breath, you picked up a length of rope. You tossed one end over a beam, then pulled the other end down. You easily made a slipknot, and tugged on the end, so that the rope firmly held. You let the other end dangle, and pulled a chest over from the wall that held some of your belongings. You climbed on top, balancing as you grabbed the rope again. You formed a noose, as you had many times before. However, this time your hands shook, and the knot was loose and sloppy. Finally, you pulled on your hood. Shaking, tears running down your cheeks once again, you slipped the rope over your head. Taking one last breath, you let yourself fall.
To tell the truth, you had been practicing for this your entire life.
