Hi. Just wanted to pop in and start off by saying sorry if this chapter comes out too short. As I said I'm still busy with school, friends, and just life. I'll just say this now, sorry if I don't post any chapters in days, but I'll try my hardest to keep updating! Enjoy!
'Fuck! It wasn't suppose to go like this!' You immediately think. Looking at the now unconscious man that you just beat up. His blood on your hands.
'Sure, I had some beers. Sure I argued with him. Sure he picked a fight with me, but now he's half dead!' Thinking, you need to come up with a plan. 'Do it. Finish the job.' There it is again. The same voice that told you to fight him. You raise you hands up to your head. You can't let it win. Its done enough.
Shaking your head repeatedly you can't believe this is actually happening. 'No one must know' you quickly look around. Until someone tapped your shoulder.
"Uhmm. Excuse me?" You instantly snap out of that horrid memory and turn around. The person that tapped on your shoulder is standing right next to you
'How long were you thinking?'
"Hi. Sorry about that. I was just thinking about something. Uhh, who are you?" You ask trying not to be rude. But you've never seen this person before. She was a short black haired girl, with a light blue shirt, and a gray skirt. She looked to be about 5"3'
"Oh I'm Jane Crocker. I'm John and Jade's cousin. Your name is Gamzee right? Its nice to meet you." She held out her hand and you shook it.
"Sorry about my small little episode right there. I haven't exactly been myself." Yeah in a long time.
She sat down next to you. What was she here for?
"Everyone said that you've been gone for three years. Is that correct?
"That's true. Three motherfucking years." You sighed while you said that. It had been 'three agonizing years.'
"Also after you just ran out like that I figured you needed to talk to someone." Talk to someone? That's just what I need. "So what exactly did you do while, you were gone?
'Damn. I'm not ready to talk about that yet.' You just have to say something else.
"Well I uhh, went around and sold various juices in potion vials. I called them spells but people knew it was just juice. Here I actually have one right here." Pulling out a vial full of 'red fruit punch' you handed it to Jane. "You can keep that one, its on the fucking house."
"Oh w-well thank you." She studdered. Maybe it was of intimidation, that your taller than her and you made money off of those, or its just cause it was a nice thing. You'll never know. "So, is that all you did?" She asked as she put the vial in her pocket.
"Well its not all I did. But I did visit lots of cool places." You exclaimed, making kind of a big deal out of it.
"Really? Like what?"
"Well that's just it. I visited lots of places in and around Europe. There were so many sights to.. See...
Well its been nearly and hour and you are still talking with Jane. Surprisingly she helped talk you into coming inside. Now everyone is inside and talking or playing video games. But its just you talking with Jane. Eventually the weird tension that was once here when you first walked in, is now gone. But you will have to explain to Karkat about everything.
Though in just mere hours, it seemed like minutes. Everyone left and you said goodbye to Jane and everyone. Maybe things will be okay.
Now it was just you, and your past separated by a door. All you had to do was just open it. Karkat was even standing right next to you as you opened the door. Your stuff was all here. Your bed, desk, swivel chair, laptop. Everything was still here.
Sitting down, you opened up your laptop, it welcomed you and asked for the password. 'MiRaClEs'
It opened up and you immediately saw Nintey-Seven new pesterchum notifications. You just closed it. You couldn't bare to look at all those messages. Not yet anyways.
You slipped off your sweater, and turned off the light. Lying down on your bed, you had all these thoughts circling in your head, time after time again. But this time things will be different. Things aren't going to be the same. Not while you're still in control. But hey, enough about that. Tomorrow, is another day.