AN: Hey guys! I know there's people because this story has followers apparently. Thanks reviewers and followers and favouriters! Once again, love you all! Chapter 8! Wow! Anyway, this should have a lot of sad stuff and drama! Enjoy!
~AP
It had been three months since Nepeta Lejion had gone missing. There was still no sign of her. It was on the news a lot, and in the papers and magazines. It was all over Facebook and Twitter. Tumblr was spreading the news to look out for her quick. It seemed she was quite popular on there for her fanfics, fanart and ships.
Still not a hint of her whereabouts.
Karkat spent a whole lot more time in his old neighborhood now.
Everyone seemed depressed without Nepeta around. She was like the life and soul of them all, and now, with her gone...they were nothing.
Anyone could tell no one got much sleep now. They all cared, even if they pretended they didn't.
It seemed it strangely affected Gamzee the most. He lost his happy, easygoing nature and became much more moody and depressed.
And what was it about those hoodies anyway?
Karkat was on his way to Gamzee's. They didn't do much now, but it was nice for him to see his best friend, at the least. Him and Gamzee hadn't planned him coming over today. It was a total surprise. Hopefully, it would be a nice one.
When he got there, the door was answered by Gamzee's Mum. (AN: If you're from America, I'm English, it doesn't sound right, Mom, for me, OK? Ok.) "Hey, Mrs Makara."
"Hello, Karkat. I know you're hear to see him. He's upstairs, in the bathroom, I think. Get up there before he sees you." He was Gamzee's Dad, who no longer approved of Gamzee hanging around with Karkat and anyone else who had it bad. The Makara's were a very rich family. They never needed to worry about money problems, along with the Piexes's and the Ampora's. Vriska and Equius and Terezi didn't have it bad, they were in the middle. Everyone else lived small, with little luxuries. Anyway, usually, the parents of the children of these families didn't like their kids knocking about with what they called 'The Lower Class'. Mrs. Makara was really one of a kind.
Karkat made his way quietly and quickly upstairs. When he got to the top, he looked to see if Gamzee was in his room, then, when seeing he wasn't, knocked quietly five times on the door in a particular pattern. It was him and Gamzee's little thing, to let each other know they were there. When he got no answer, he walked into Gamzee's room, getting a friendly wave from his brother as he passed. The adults were the only real problem with the kids all being friends. They wouldn't care if one of them had a mansion and one of them was homeless. Mr Makara was the only one who had a problem with Karkat coming over.
After about another fifteen minutes of waiting, Karkat went back to the bathroom door. He pushed it open the smallest amount. Gamzee had broken the lock in one of his out-of-control rages, and it had yet to be repaired. "Gamzee?"
"Y-you weren't supposed to be coming today."
"I know. I wanted to surprise you. Are you crying?"
"N-no, I mean, y-yes, I don't know!"
"I'm going to come in now."
"No! Don't!"
"Gamzee-"
"Don't come in! I don't want..."
"Gamzee, I'm coming in."
"No!" Oblivious to his best friend's protest, Karkat pushed the door open. The sight he saw before him made him gasp. Gamzee was sitting on the tiled floor, and there were two deep cuts on both his wrists. Blood was soaking into the tiles and Gamzee had tears streaming down his face, washing of his makeup. "I-I s-said don't come in."
"Oh my God."
"You shouldn't have come in. Why couldn't you just leave?"
"Gamzee, let me bandage you up, and we can talk about this, OK? I can help."
"No! Y-you can't. You can't help. No one can."
"I understand how you feel, Gamzee. "
"No, you don't! You've always been strong, haven't you? Always cut out to be a leader and a good friend. You can PROTECT people. I can't. You can comfort people, and I can't! I can't do anything!"
"That isn't true! Tavros needs you, Sollux needs you, everyone else needs you, I need you."
"R-real-what? Wha-I don't-K-karkat? Yeah, Karkat Vantas, my best friend. R-right."
"Are you OK?"
"I just..." Gamzee then passed out. Karkat almost screamed.
"Oh shit, Oh god, Oh no, Gamzee?" Karkat pulled out his mobile and dialed 999 almost instantly. When he got through to the hospital, he almost shouted. "Hello? OK, my best friend is...He cut himself in his bathroom and he's loosing way too much blood. Uh, 98 Fringer Road. Yes. Thanks."
Come on, Gamzee. Don't you die on me. Don't you dare.
AN: Still got all these cliffhangers and short things haven't I? Oops. Sorry :)
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