ALRIGHT, SO IN THE LAST CHAPTER, SOME WERE QUESTIONING IF I MESSED UP IN THE STORY WHEN SPECIFIC PARTS WERE POINTED OUT. LET ME TELL YOU KNOW, THAT THIS IS ALSO TAKING PART IN KARKAT'S MIND. SINCE THIS IS IN KARKAT'S POINT OF VIEW, IT'S ALSO WHAT HE SAYS, THINKS, OR HEARS. FOR EXAMPLE WHEN IN THE LAST CHAPTER HE SAID,
"Don't I'm dead-" IT WAS HIS MOUTH SPEAKING WHAT HE THOUGHT, AND HOW HIS MIND WITH SCRAMBLING THROUGH. (meaning that it was suppose to be said as that)
:o)
That beeping noise was still there when you slowly came to grips with reality. You looked around, beginning to calm a little. You were still there on the floor...in your own vomit. You're still shaking, and you're... you're freezing, inside the long sleeved shirt your wear. "F- F- Fuck i- it's fucking c- cold?" You muttered, confused as you sat up. You groaned, your muscles feeling stiff, and sore.
"Well... Look who's finally up..." Gamzee giggled, the sound of his voice sending chills down your spine. "Took you long enough!" He growled, getting up. You try to stand up, but your wrists seemed to scream in pain, and your leg was too weak. Your stomach hurts like hell, and your mouth taste like blood, and vomit. You think you're going to be sick again.
"G- mzee.." Your voice cracked. "G- Gamzee, p-please, no more- J- Just k- kill me already" You began, but covered your mouth when the words 'kill' flew from them. He walked towards you; stepping over the vomit... you looked up, seeing him towering over you. He smiled stupidly... You'd think he was high, but he cracked his knuckles. Your sore, red, eyes hung up at the smile, and then dropped down to his fists. Weakly, you hug your stomach, hungrily. Your stomach gives a loud growl, and you huff slightly needing something to drink, but you also need to relieve yourself. You close your eyes tightly, and are about to groan and writhe in pain, but then... Gamzee set's something down in front of you... It sounds like a clang... then a swivel of it rolling a little. Finally the sound of it settling down gives another small, last 'clang'. You open your eyes tiredly, and look at it.
Sopor Slime.
Gamzee set (more like dropped) a sopor pie in front of you. "Eat." He said, smiling. You stare at it for a moment, studying the texture. It had a slightly, fuzzy green glow to it, and seemed a little softly like. Just when you were reaching out to touch it, your face was suddenly slammed into the damn tinfoil. "I said to, Mother Fucking, eat it!" You squirm a little frantic, trying to process what just happened, and trying to breath. You began to choke; now weakly clawing at his arms. "Eat the Pie, Vantas!" He yells. Just when you're about to pass out from lack of oxygen, your head is surfaced back to the sweet, and deadly scent of air. Your face is covered in the pie, and the smell fills your nose. You gag at the disgusting smell, but nothing comes up. You have nothing more to vomit.
You groan a little, then squirm more as you're pulled by the hair to the bathroom. Your whimper and hiss in pain, but Gamzee simply chuckles. You look down at your clothes and noticed you're soaked to the last, Gog forsaken, bone in your skeletal system. You smell like shit, and most likely look like it too... you desperately need to get a shower, but you Need to get help.
Gamzee practically throws you into the bathtub, turning the water on. It scorches your skin, badly. You scream in pain, and like a frantic Earth Cat, you desperately claw and scratch to get over the tub wall, but Gamzee kicks you back in. You wriggle, kick, and squirm, screaming in pain as the hot water sinks deep through your clothes, and burns the gashes, and cuts on you. Ever so slowly, Gamzee slowly turned the water down to cool you off.
You pant, covering your face with your burning hot hands. You hide the fact that you're actually crying, but only from the pain. You muffle your whimpers, shaking from the burns. "Wash up." He said, sitting on the closed toilet seat, watching you. You can't stand up... you're too weak to stand. You began to weakly strip, only to stop at your boxers. Looking up at him, you know he's starring you down with his cold, murderous eyes. You nearly shudder, having no power in fighting back.
You make a small, disapproval noise in the back of your throat. He growled. "I said wash up. Now." He sounds more serious than before. You back down and blush in embarrassment as you pull the boxers off. You're ashamed. You hate this. You hate so much, because... because your defenseless and weak. You're not the Karkat Vantas you use to know... You're under the fear of your Moirail. You're supposed to be a Moirail and calm him down. You're angry because you cannot fathom the hatred towards yourself. You blame yourself for not being there to calm him... you blame yourself for letting this happen... You're a terrible leader... What made you think you could have handled this all? Oh yeah... yourself...
"P... Please leave..?" You sound dead, like you've given up, but also more of a question. He raised a brow.
"Was that an order, or a mother fucking question?" He asked with a low growl, eyeing you.
"A- A question..." Your voice cracks, and before you know it, he tackles you in the shower.
"Sure..." He said in a low, graveled, growl, as the water smears and washes some of his face paint away. He gets up, and walks out of the bathroom, leaving you shaking, as a cold chill goes up your spine.
"Dear Jegus, help you..." You begin to cry.
It's going to be a long, dreadful day…