Bones

Chapter 1

The blade cut deep with its sickled form, streaking across my pallid skin with each agonizing stroke, the blood pooling on my sweaty palm, as if my own fingers were bored and drooling at my own existence. The red elixir hypnotized me into drinking it, its red swirls a confusing trick. It took all of my willpower to put down the knife. The blade shook in my hand as it got closer to the table, the regret of what I had done emanating to every cell in my body. I sat there and looked at the destruction i had wrought. 10 bloody fingertips, each one an inkwell for what I would do next. The mechanical pencil practically flew into my hands, its anticipation showing through its lead filled body.

"Time to paint!" , said I, dipping the pencil into the cuts like a contaminated syringe. I drew flowers, people, houses...

It was a beautiful picture, I couldn't deny that, but somehow, it seemed symbolic, foreshadowing even. The entire town looked red with the thoughts of bloodshed that crowded my mind.

I went to school the next day, my peers were oblivious to what I had done. It was almost as if i had some kind of power over them, holding a reserved secret for use later when threatened. I put on a façade to cover up my anguish, keeping them oblivious to my pain and madness. I was always worried that somebody would find out about me and tell the rest of the conformed masses. I kept this worry in a bottle, and as i filled up the bottle, i made it bigger to accommodate more secrets. Soon it was as big as i was, and the bigger it got, the harder it was to keep down. I was a slave to my own secrets, chained to the earth as if a tiny puppy fighting a force bigger than i was. I felt helpless. I felt hopeless. I felt i was insignificant.

I am Karkat Vantas. I am depressed, but i would never tell anyone, except maybe my friend Kurloz Makara. He can't really tell secrets because of his...situation. His mouth is sewn shut to hold back the hoarse screams that fill his head. He is a nice guy nonetheless, although he does creep me out a little bit, like his normally cheery exterior hides something sinister in nature.

I see him before school and we "talk". He usually just writes down what he wants to say on a notepad, and i usually laugh at all the weird stuff he writes down. I pretty much talk about what is going on with me, and he listens intently, rubbing my shoulder consolingly when i get to something especially graphic. I dont know why he does that, maybe because he cares a lot about me, and doesn't like to see me in pain. I dont want to see him in pain either, but he never tells me anything about his life. He always has that dopey smile on his face, although it must hurt for him to do so.

I am going to ask him about what is going on with him when I get to school tomorrow.

It's about 1 in the morning, and i am very tired. Sleep is a real problem for me, it never comes naturally. If my mum knew i was awake this late she would probably kill me. Plus my younger brother Kankri would beat me up for no reason like he always does.

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ok this is the first chapter of a new story that i made. Feel free to criticize if you want and please review.