Author's Note: The first five lines are in Dave's pov, and the rest is in Karkat's pov.

Right, back to the mail business.

I got up, unlocking the door to find the mail lying on the ground. Bro wasn't really patient these days. Whatever, the mail was currently in my hands and

Oh.

Oh, this was bigger than big.

This was really huge, and I couldn't think of any way to honestly describe it properly.

School and treatment took up most of my time. A whole year had passed since I was enrolled in this Hell once again. I don't really remember much about that day. I have a calendar hanging above my computer desk at home, and I wrote down literally everything on there. I had a tendency to forget anything and everything, and forgetting was not allowed especially now. Special ED classes were kind of starting to get hard when I forgot everything I was taught the week before. Studying was useless by now.

When you're mentally unstable, you get a lot of perks and then you get beat up. I didn't mind as much anymore because I knew they just wanted to look cool in front of their friends. Friends were still hard for me to come by.

Speaking of bullies and how unstable I was, my mind decided that it didn't need to be focused on anything right now. That was just my luck, huh? I stood in my own little world. It was quiet, just the way I liked it. The breeze was gentle, and it was warm enough for me to not wear a jacket or sweater. There wasn't any violence here, so I would have been completely normal. I would have a list of friends that went miles and miles on.

"Get up, you useless pig!" The first one barked.

"Hey, hey. Stop yelling. They're going to hear us. You need to keep your voice down." The second one said as calm as ever.

"I'll keep my voice down when the damn brat wakes the fuck up." The first one was starting to get on my nerves.

"Well we can't really do anything about that, now can we? We wait for him to wake up. For now, we transport him to some place more private."

I could hear them in my mind. I just couldn't talk right now. The accident caused my brain to shut down at random times. Random times like this one, for example. Or maybe it was the fact that they shoved a god damn rag in my mouth. I simply refused to open my eyes for either of them. God knows who I wanted to beat me up now. It might have been the whole damn school, and honestly, I'm going to let it happen. I don't care anymore. Let them beat me up. I'm fucking useless to them any other way.

Shifting. A lot of shifting occurred as they continued to talk about God knows what. I wasn't really paying attention. I don't think I really want to pay attention right now anyway. Paying attention seemed a bit too hard for me and my dysfunctional brain.

I hit the ground roughly, grunting as I did so. Well couldn't they be gentler? Probably not. They were cold hearted douchebags who brought me to some place that smelled strongly of liquor and had loud music playing everywhere. I hated alcohol. There was nothing I hated more than alcohol. Alcohol made me mentally unstable, and here they were, waving that fact around in my face like I was a starving orphan.

This place made me want to vomit. I wanted to go home, but I couldn't. Kankri was probably at home already, wondering where I was. He most likely thought that I had finally made friends or something. That wasn't the case at all. I don't make friends. Ever. Thank Kankri and his hopefulness that I'm in this mess.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck.

This wasn't helping at all. I couldn't get out of this by repeating 'Fuck' in my mind. I couldn't get out of this at all. I was useless and mentally ill. Ill, unstable. There wasn't a difference between the two. They both could describe me at any time of the day.

I slowly opened my eyes. It didn't matter much since there was a blindfold to keep me from looking around. I really didn't want to look. The background music was kind of low, but still loud. The smell of alcohol currently didn't fade like the music did.

"If we let you talk, are you going to scream?"

I didn't know who said that, but I couldn't stand the taste of this damn rag in my mouth any longer. What did they do to it? Leave it in the bottom of their gym bag for God knows how long? I shook my head to answer their question.

"Good. We aren't going to have any trouble with you," they said as they pulled off the makeshift gag.

As soon as I felt their hand close enough to my mouth, I bit down as hard as I could. I needed to get out of here now. My head was beginning to ache, and I didn't want to stay around to find out what the hell they wanted with me.

There was a loud hiss, some stumbling, and then I was being held against the wall. I screamed as loud as my lungs allowed. Someone had to hear me. That music might have been too loud though and... And fuck. Fuck me for doing things without thinking.

As loud as I could wasn't enough apparently.

I screamed. My eyes shot around the room. No. God no. That memory was supposed to stay buried inside of this horrid brain of mine.

After looking around the room, I saw that everyone's eyes were on me. I couldn't. I couldn't stay here. Where was Kankri? Where was the hospital guy? They weren't supposed to leave my side. They were supposed to protect me under all circumstances. I couldn't stay here.

I got up, gathered all of my things, and rushed down to the bathroom. I needed to leave. I didn't want to stay here anymore. I hated them. I hated this school. I hated the hospital. I hated how useless I was in that situation, and in this one. I couldn't protect myself then, and I can't protect myself now. I was completely useless.

I bumped into someone since I was deep within my mind. He grabbed me before I could fall back.

I regretted looking up.