I sat in my room that was covered in shitty Nicolas cage posters and scattered random objects that you couldn't step anywhere without touching. I was currently resting on my bed twirling the bottle of pills in my hand that I had been given to help treat my newly discovered behavioral disorder.

How could this have happened, and more importantly, to all the people in the world, why did it have to happen to me? Did fate just hate me that much? Or maybe I did something in a past life that I was now paying for in this one. I stared up at one of my posters and sighed, just wishing that real life worked out like it did in the movies. If it had, I would have never met Karkat, and I wouldn't have had to put up with his emotionally scarring crap for three of the most important years of my life, and I would have grown up like any other person and lived the rest of my life with my husband slash domestic partner or whatever the hell the government called it.

Instead, I was a scarred and emotionally troubled adolescent with a severe medical disorder and a psychotic bully whose entire mission in life seemed to be ruining mine.

I thought about what had occurred in the hospital today, it seemed so long ago, almost like a dream, or more accurately a nightmare. It just seemed so…wrong, it didn't make any sense to me. Why now, of all the times this could have happened why did it have to be now? It wasn't fair!

~Flashback~

She said what now? No, it couldn't be possible, she couldn't be serious, I come in here with my best friend when he got stabbed in the chest by some psychotic, egotistical, assholish alien and suddenly I have a diagnosis of a severe personality disorder that I've actually had for god knows how long and will and can never go away and has been affecting me ever since I got it. You know how the hell does a person even get bipolar disorder anyway, is it contracted like a virus, or is it caused like that post traumatic disease thingy? Oh my gosh it was Karkat that gave me this wasn't it? I was going to kill his sorry stupid ass!

I felt something running down my cheeks and realized I was crying, this realization only made me cry harder. Here I was, in an office with a woman I had known for only about twenty minutes and here I was having an emotional breakdown in front of her. My only consolation was that she was a psychiatrist and had more than likely seen hundreds of people cry over things like this.

I had no idea how long I sat there crying, it probably wasn't that long. All this time Ms. Snow just sat there and watched me bawl in front of her like some pathetic child. Which I was I guess. I stopped crying but we didn't start talking again. We sat there for the rest of the time coming to terms with what just happened. It wasn't that long until the ambulance worker who had brought me there came in to get me, saying that my dad was here to pick me up.

"Okay then, John I would like for you to visit me once a week so that we may discuss the events of your school day and how you are coping with this new information. Do you think we can do that?"

I grunted in acknowledgment and followed the EMT to where my dad had been sitting in the waiting room.

"I'm afraid your friend is still in surgery, I'll call you though with what happens though if you want." I gave him my houses phone number and pretty much ordered him to call me as soon as word got out of what happened.

I walked over to dad and he checked me out of the hospital at the registration desk. Not a word was spoken as we drove home, but I was used to that, dad didn't like to talk very much, and that was fine with me. Jade usually talked enough to make up for five dads so it was all good. When we got home I went up stairs to my room and slammed the door shut.

~End Flashback~

"Hey bro, you okay?" Of course he would be the one to show up, Dave always did have a sixth sense for knowing when something was wrong. Just as he always seemed to know when I was lying to him, not that I lied to him often, because he always knew I was lying so it was pointless to do so.

I didn't tell him to fuck off like I normally would have. Maybe this whole thing was affecting me more than I thought. I simply shook my head and turned away from him so I was staring out of my window.

"Come on, what happened this time; am I right in assuming it has something to do with Karkat?" Of course he was, he knew Karkat was the only one that could get me this upset, even he didn't affect me this much when we broke up.

"Yeah." I stated simply, no use lying or ignoring him, I could tell he wasn't about to leave anytime soon.

He sighed. "What did he do now? Did he make fun of your obsession with Nic Cage again?" Of course he would think that, it was usually the only thing that could make me this upset.

"No." I hoped that giving him simple, one word answers he would leave me to my wallowing. No such luck.

"I'm not going to leave until you tell me what happened, so start spilling, Egderp." Though I would never tell him this it was so nice to hear that nickname again.

I sighed, why was he so stubborn? It was so…bothersome.

"Karkat and Eridan got into a fight. It ended really badly, Karkat tried to, I think he tried to kill him Dave." I refused to turn around and look Dave in the eyes, not that I really would look him in the eyes, he had those stupid sunglasses on.

"Woah, that's really harsh, but I could totally see it happening. Though, why are you so upset by it? I got the impression that you didn't really like Eridan all that much."

That was a good question, why was I so upset by it? I only became Eridan's moirail to piss Karkat off.

"I don't know." Please fuck off please fuck off PLEASE fuck off!

"That's okay, I think I do, but I don't think you're ready to hear it just yet, in fact, I think it's something you need to figure out yourself. Don't worry, I know you'll understand one day, maybe sooner than you think."

Oh come on, don't get all philosophical on me now Dave. I just found out I have some crazy disease that could probably make me go psycho and start kicking puppies or something else like that. Not that I had told anyone about what the doctor said, I didn't plan on telling anyone, especially him. I don't think I could bear with the consequences if I did.

"All I can say dude, is that whatever went down will work itself out. You'll just have to wait and see. But no matter what, I'm here for you man." And with that he stood up, flashed me that small smile of his that I had fallen in love with, and left.

All in all, I guess Dave might not be as bad as I thought he was.

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