~Karkat Vantas
You are Karkat Vantas and you are laughing really hard right now. It has been a few months since that douche canoe, Jake English, came to your door. Dave left the morning after that happened, but ever since he has made a point of, if not coming to your house, than calling to check up every day.
John has slowly been becoming less afraid and back to his old self. Of course, he still has nightmares at night, but now you two share a bed and you're always there to calm him down after a bad dream. You three have shared the story of that day with all your friends and they have all been very supportive and helpful. You are with a few of them right now.
Today you, John, Dave, Jade, Rose, Kanaya, and Sollux are hanging at Rose and Kanaya's apartment. Rose and Kanaya are dating and, honestly, they are kind of perfect for each other. You are all laughing at embarrassing children stories of Dave that Rose is telling. They are brother and sister, but their parents separated at age 8. Dave went with his "Bro" and Rose went with her Mom. You have been hanging out all day and now it's around 9 at night.
"HEY, JOHN! WE SHOULD HEAD HOME IT'S GETTING LATE!" You say. You are getting tired and have work in the morning.
"Yeah, you're right Karkat. Come on." John agrees.
You both get up and grab your stuff. Saying by to your friends you both head out the door. As you leave you notice John's expression change to one of a more sad demeanor. You are concerned.
"JOHN, WHAT'S WRONG?" You ask.
"Huh? What? Oh, um, nothing." He says. You are immediately suspicious.
"JOHN~" You warn.
"Fine. I was just thinking about Jake." He says and you scowl.
"HE IS NOT GOING TO GET NEAR YOU EVER AGAIN. I WON'T LET HIM, DAVE WON'T LET HIM, NONE OF OUR FRIENDS WILL LET HIM. YOU'RE SAFE." You assure him. It doesn't work as you hoped. He just looks away.
"I know Karkat. I'm just paranoid and sad that he didn't turn out how I thought he would." You want to say more, but it's clear he wants to drop the subject. You drop it for now.
You drive the both of you home. You can see him steadily getting sadder, but you don't comment on it. When you get up to your apartment John heads off to the bathroom saying he wants a shower. You sit on the couch and watch TV waiting until he is done. You realize he has been in there for a while, and John has never taken long showers. You decide to go check on him.
You open the door to the bathroom, and shriek and stumble back. There sitting on the toilet in John. He has a razor in one hand and his other arm is bleeding. Underneath the new cuts you can see scars and scabs showing that this is not the first time. You don't know what to say. Luckily your body goes on autopilot. You scoop up a crying John and clean him and the bathroom up. You wrap his arms and sit him on the couch across from you. For the past few minutes there has been only one thing going through your mind right now.
"WHY?"