Author's Note: Hi! I'm trying something a little bit different; this is a caliginous Calliope/Caliborn thing. There is no sex. Only violence. There was this fic that my friend Acey and I found about humanstuck Calliope cutting herself and Caliborn caring, and it was so OOC…I just had to fix it up. This is humanstuck, btw. DISCLAIMER: Don't read if you are affected by any of the trigger warning things below. Also, I'm sorry. I don't write often. trigger warnings: hate, slurs, cursing, violence, self harm, mentions of suicide, blood, wrist cutting, poor writing.
Please enjoy!

Fucking school. You throw your backpack across the living room and run your hand through your hair. The day had just completely sucked the highest caliber of dick, and it certainly didn't help that you'd gotten detention. Nowhere in the shitty school handbook does it say you're not allowed to cream someone's face with the nearest food, which in your case happened to be mashed potatoes, for being a jackass. Even if it did say anything remotely looking like that, it's not like you would even give a shit.

Crashing onto the couch, you sighed, and in that moment of brief silence, you heard it; someone was sobbing.

Probably just your dumb bitch of a sister again. She did this shit almost every fucking day, and it was disgusting. It just completely showed what a useless piece of shit she was, always crying about her problems.

Fuck her.

You decide to go into her room and maybe get her to quiet down a little.

"Hey, you dumb skank," you shout, slamming the door open, "shut the fuck up, I'm having a hard enough time without some fugly bitch's incessant whining to deal with."

She looked up at you, her lime eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry," she sobs, her voice hardly rising above a whisper.

"And what the actual FUCK are you doing?"

Calliope sat on the floor, crumpled notes scattered around her, all bearing different handwritings. Her computer sat behind her, the blog she thinks you don't know she has, open. You can sort of make out what some words say; "DuMB BITCH," "NO ONE LOVES YOu," "YOu HAVE NO FRIENDS. PLEASE, DIE."

You smirk. You're pretty proud of yourself for sending all that.

But the notes are new. You're surprised anyone else could possibly hate her with such a ferocity as you do.

"Everybody hates me. I'm just…trying to please them…maybe they won't hate me so much if I do what they tell me to."

Your eyes then met with the razor in her hands, blood dripping profusely from her wrists.

It dripped onto the carpet, lime mixing with red. You've had enough of her shit, so you kneel in front of her and grab her chin, pulling it up.

"Listen here, you fucking garbage human being," you growl, snatching the razor from her hand. "I'm done fucking around. I am absolutely done with you crying about your nonexistent problems." You grab her bloody wrist, squeezing it tightly, the red coating your hand. "And I am completely through with your attention-whoring shit."

She shrieks a little as you slash the biggest vein you can find, causing it to spew profusely.

She collapses. You giggle a little. It starts as a giggle, anyway. Then you laugh a bit harder. You cackle when you look down at her pathetic face, and she says;

"I just wanted friends…"

And then you laugh the loudest as the light leaves her eyes and the blood stops flowing, her hand unclenching.

You dip your fingers in the blood and rub it on your face and exhale.

Having a dead sister is pretty great.