can you see some of the other ships i've inserted? because they're there. /sorry/ but yes, here is the new chapter! /also sorry if it's a tad short/ anyway, on with chapter four of Detached!
you get to the recreation hall and
what
the fuck
is happening
everyone is crowded around in a circle, obscuring your vision from whatever it is they're all so interested in. but then you hear it, a female voice, about your age, cursing up a storm. "you think you're hot shit, don't you?!" she says, and god you already don't like her. She sounds like the kind of girl who would trip the fat kids at school, a head cheerleader type, always acting like she was better than everyone.
This was the kind of person that played role in your arrival here.
Fuck.
You hear Tavros's voice then, too, sounding scared and shaky and you can tell he's in tears. "p-please just let me go okay? I'm really sorry for uh, whatever it is I did. J-just stop hurting me..." you hear what you assume to be Tavros falling to the ground and the girl curse a few more times. To your surprise you see Gamzee go to pick up Tavros and kiss him on the top of his head, setting him back in his wheel chair.
God does everyone just hook up at this place or what.
The circle moves aside as the girl walks away, and you see her for the first time. Her hair was all blue, and she had a piercing in her nose, eyebrow, and lip. She was wearing ripped jeans and a black tank top with the number 8 on it and looked like she could beat the shit out of anyone that even looked at her funny. She pushed past you, growling a "get the fuck outta my way shithead" before absconding from the room.
You look back at the rest of the room, eyes wide, confused.
"who the fuck was that?"
you hear John pipe in from the corner of the room where him and Dave were hiding, not wanting to be apart of the trouble. "that was Vriska Serket. Me and Dave went to school with her and I guess she just got admitted today, probably from drug addiction or anger issues or something. She's evil, don't fuck with her." Dave nods and you look around at the rest of the group, and all of them are terrified.
"I'll make a note not too..." you say, sitting down in one of the chairs beside Kanaya. Kanaya was the only one to not look scared, but just a tad bit annoyed. You see her look to her side away from you and mumble something. "Kanaya?" you say, confused. She turns back to look at you. "hm? What is it Karkat?" "who...who were you talking to?" you look to make sure there wasn't anyone beside her, and there wasn't. Just an empty place on the couch. She smiles "my friend Rose of course. We've been dating for almost a year now, right love?" and she turns back to look at "Rose", who apparently said something humorous, making Kanaya laugh. "Oh...well it's nice to meet you Rose." you say, still a tad bit confused until you remember what Kanaya had said about having schizophrenia. You looked at Kanayas face and was saddened as you saw her gaze at "Rose" with love and adoration. She was in love with someone that wasn't there.
You hang around for a couple minutes, listening to Kanaya talk to Rose while you stare at an old rerun of Doctor Who that was playing on the tv screen that Dave was enthralled in. everyone got a day to choose what to watch, as Nepeta had explained to you as she wrote your name down on the tv whiteboard thing they had up to keep track. Your day would be Saturday. "which show would you like to watch Karkitty?" you think for a minute before finally saying Supernatural, since that was one of the only shows on tv that could keep your attention.
She wrote it down just in time as a man who was wearing the dumbest pair of sunglasses you had ever seen walked into the room, carrying a clip board. The man was tall and blonde, and actually looked a lot like Dave. The man spoke, in a thick southern accent just like Dave, to the group of children. "alright ya'll, Gamzee Makara, Nepeta Leijon, and Equius Zahhak have personal therapy first today." you had been explained that personal therapy worked like this: for an hour 3 kids would be in therapy with 3 different counselors, and then it would rotate with another 3 kids as the kids who were previously in counseling went back to free time. You wondered when your turn would be, and who your counselor would be, and how much of an asshole he would wonder a lot, you guess. Or at least you sure seem to be doing so a lot lately since you got admitted into this place.
An episode of Doctor Who later, the kids all came back. Gamzee seemed as unperturbed as he previously was, but Equius and Nepeta not so much. They both seemed equally distraught, and again, you wondered. You wonder what could have made them so upset. You guess maybe you'll ask Nepeta later, since you know her a bit better than Equius. The next three kids up were Dave, John, and yourself.
Oh joy.
This was going to be interesting.
You look to Kanaya, who had begun knitting some purple scarf thing, and she looks back up, giving you a reassuring smile. "just say what you're comfortable with. They can't make you say anything. If you wanted you could just sit there in silence for an hour." and for a second you considered doing just that. The idea was pretty tempting, but you figured if you had to do this, you might as well get something out of it. You had never gotten professional help from a counselor, and maybe it would be good for you.
You walk down the hall a little bit behind John and Dave, who were holding hands like in the cheesy romcoms you watched back home. But as cheesy as it was, you couldn't help but feel jealous. They were happy, at least when they were with each other. You'd never had that in anyone. No one could ever find it in themselves to fall in love with you, or wanna be with you. Maybe you were just too fucked up. That was what you always came back too at least. Maybe you just never gave anyone a chance.
Oh, the wondering, it never ceases.
When you reach the door of your counselor you open the door, hand shaking a little, to the picture of a man in a dark green sweater typing away at a computer. He turned around and his voice had a British accent, adjusting his glasses with the motion. "ah! Karkat, it's very nice to see you. Please, sit down." his smile was warm and sincere like Roxy, but he seemed like much more of a scatter brain. His desk was cluttered with papers and he seemed unorganized. You weren't sure how you felt about him.
He motioned for you to sit down, waiting eagerly to start, so you sat in one of the chairs nervously. He smiled, crossing his legs. "tell me a little bit about yourself Karkat. How do you think you got to this point?"
oh god.
This was going to be a looooong story.