I run in front of the truck and hear the truck blow it's horn and someone yell at me. I feel the air of the truck go past. I made it. I don't stop running to celebrate though. I run to the other side of the rode and into an alley. I continue to run not stopping to look back. I hear people yelling my name, but I seriously don't fucking care. I run through alleys until I come to my street and I stop. I sit down against a building and catch my breath. I am dizzy and still blinded by the flash of light. I literally saw my life flash before my eyes. I am going to get fucking chewed out tomorrow at school. I finally catch my breath and head for my apartment building. Ok, it's fine maybe he won't care. Maybe he didn't hear the doctors right. I seriously just need to calm down. I walk up the stairs of my building to the fourth floor, the elevator is broke. I stop and stare at my door. Fuck. I can't do this. He is going to be waiting on the other side. I know he heard the doctors right. I know he isn't going to be happy. I know everything from this point on is going to be all bad. I reach for the handle. I push open the door quietly and slowly. I close it behind me. I walk into the living room which is the first room in the apartment. The first thing I notice is the phone wire going across the room from the kitchen. I follow the wire and see the phone sitting on the floor in the living room. I swallow and step forward a little further to see into the living room. I look around the corner and see a normal, empty living room. Thank fucking gog. I step further still nervous. What time is it? I open my phone and see 2:04 PM on my screen and under that it says Tuesday. Fuck, I've been gone longer than an entire day. I growl and suddenly a hear a slight screech of a chair being pushed back. I know what is coming there is no stopping him. I growl as the figure steps around the corner from the kitchen. I take a step back even though he is about eight feet away.
"You're home late," my uncle says emotionless and starts to walk towards me. I growl louder.
"Yes, I am. I got held up at the hospital. They wouldn't let me leave," I try explaining to the idiotic, giant man walking towards me.
"That is no fucking excuse," he is now only four feet in front of me. I step back. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "I heard you had an injury to your head."
"Uh, yeah it is no big deal just some fucking idiot dropped me and I hit my head on the floor," I'm getting nervous you can tell because I actually explained what happened.
"Want another?," he starts yelling. He grabs my shirt and picks me up off the ground. "You came home fucking late! Then, you try to make fucking excuses! I think you need to learn your fucking lesson for being late!" He punches me in the stomach letting go of my shirt at the same time making me fly into the wall.
"Fuck!" I yell and try to get up. As soon as I get up, there is a fist on the right side of my face knocking me back down. I start to get dizzy and I can feel blood flowing down the side of my head.
"You are you worthless, puny, idiot! You shouldn't be loved by anyone! I wouldn't give a shit if you were kidnapped and fucking sold that is how much people don't care about you!," he yells and kicks me. I topple over and cough up blood. Then, hear a ding of his phone going off. He kicks me again and picks it up. "What? Fuck. I'll be there in a while," My uncle hangs up and shove the phone back into his pocket. He looks at me. I glare at him. "You better be happy you piece of shit." He kicks my leg and then grabs his work bag.
I listen and as soon as the door closes behind him I start to cry. I'm in so much pain. I push myself up and limp towards my room. I can't see through the tears and dizziness. I collapse and hold myself up on a counter in the hallway. I growl and stand up. I have to make it to my room. I limp, staying close to the wall. I make it to my door and open it falling in. I hiss at the scorching pain when I hit the floor, this is going to be a bitch tomorrow. I close the door with my foot. I seriously need to get out of theses clothes and take a shower, this shirt has blood on it from the new wound on my temple and from the bloody nose. I get up and try to get my shirt off. I hiss when I move my arms, or scratch that when I move anything on my body. I growl. After, many minutes of frustrating struggle, I get my shirt off. I move to my pants and manage to get them off easier then the shirt, except for the swollen part of my shin from where he kicked me. I also think I have a fucking broken rib. I walk to the bathroom and growl at myself in the mirror. I look fucking horrible. I already have a black eye and cheek. I still have to go to school tomorrow though. Shit, they will try to talk to me. Time to push them away like you do with everyone else.
"You are a worthless piece of shit, Karkat. Nobody wants you around and you know it. Don't think you're allowed to have friends, because you're not worth people's time," I tell my reflection and open my box of razors. I shouldn't do this but I need to think away from this shit. I take out a razor and sit in the bathtub. I'll only do one. I cut once on my thigh. I start to cry and cut again, then again. I continue to cut till I no longer have feeling in my leg. I look down at the eight new cuts on my leg. I start to cry harder. I turn on the shower and just sit under the water, letting it run down me. I am not good enough to even breath the air other people need. I should literally just kill myself. Sollux, Gamzee, and Dave they all should have left me alone.
My water starts to get cold and I turn it off. I get out and dry off. I put on a pair of underwear and walk out of my bathroom. I lay in bed and look at the time, "2:20 in the morning. It looks like I am back to being the same worthless, sleep deprived asshole." I fall asleep into the most uncomfortable and nightmare filled sleep ever.
