((AN: a sequel to something I might put on here idk that'd be a lot of work plus I don't think anyone would really like the story. I wrote it as a joke for a school project and even though it was crappy as hell it got an A so I decided to write a dramatic crappy sequel. Here ya go.))
A New Chapter ~
you finally awake from your slumber and realize where you are. Highland County Hospital. Perfect. You knew you were fine but apparently blacking out after a traumatic experience gets you a free ride into a scratchy bed. Your body aches but you resist the pain you're feeling and try to get up. Soft hands keep you in place. Kankri Vantas has a worried look on his face while he tries to push you back. You can tell he has obviously been here all night from the stubble on his face. As you gradually gain consciousness the ache you are feeling all seems to be coming from your head. You try to touch it when again Kankri pulls you back. He seems annoyed that you would even try to touch your injuries. Like you knew you had any that bad.((AN: They aren't that bad they're actually only two teeny tiny stitches but Kankri doesn't want to hurt his little sack of sunshine any more than he already has.)) "Karkat please don't play with your stitches. We don't want to have them redone now, do we?" He said it in the type of voice you would use on a child, which made you almost gag. "Shut the fuck up Kankri. Can we leave soon, please?" He looks over to the doctor standing close by and he nods as if to say "Go right ahead, please." Kankri helps me up and gives me a fist-full of some clothes. You take them, but before you can take a step a sudden wave of memory crashes over you.
- Flashback -
"I will find you, I promise I will." he turns towards your captor and your breathing is starting to become thick. "If you so much as scratch him...Believe me, there will be a death penalty involved." Your father laughs manically in his scratchy voice and gives a sly retort "If you can catch me." Seconds pass of tension and anger when finally Kankri turns back to you and says what you needed to hear "I'm sorry." You just wish those words were spoken in a better situation, a more safe one. After that, he turned and left the room, leaving you with your crazed father. "Well well well, looks like we have a little more alone time..." You start screaming again.
