Author's Note: I don't know why I wrote this. I had a blank Word Document and dark thoughts. Yes, this is told by Karkat. I suppose this is a little late 4/13 gift from me. Enjoy the sadstuck.
Disclaimer: I do not nor will ever own Homestuck or any of its cahracters. All credit goes to Andrew Hussie, a Destroyer of Characters. I do not own Microsoft Word either.
I stumble into the room and bite my lip to hold back tears. Why am I a mutant? Why? Why can't I be normal? I never asked for this! Silent sobs rack my body. I hate it! I hate being me! I hate being a mutant!
The tears that fall are red. An ugly candy red. Just like my stupid blood. The only thing that makes me different from the rest: my blood. It's appalling. I want to see that blood run from my veins and never come back. I want for it to disappear.
"WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?! I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS!" I scream. The tears are rolling freely now, scurrying down my cheeks. I hope that they don't fall onto my shirt and stain. But then again why shouldn't they? I'll just have to deal with it. And it'll be a reminder that I am different. That I will never be anything more than a mistake.
And that's it. A mistake. I am a fault. A freak. Not meant to live. So why am I still alive? Why do I even bother?
"YOU HAVE TO STAY STRONG. FOR CRABDAD." I whisper. Of course I have to live. What would Crabdad do without me? What would he do if he found out that I- no one must ever know what I do. Never.
So I plaster on a smile and try to make it seem alright. I hide behind anger and yelling. They can't see within. On the outside I am made of stone, but on the inside I am glass.