*le sign* i dont wanna write anythiiiiing, but the UPDATE OMG LIKE NOOOO~! ;-; ALSO *THIS* UPDATE~!

You sighed as you twiddled your fingers, looking over at Dave, who was talking to a nurse. You looked down at your bandaged arms, sighing. You could of just said you were sick and you needed to go home, you could of just gotten out of school and left. You tugged at the bandages lightly, lowering your head so your face was hidden. You felt Dave sit on the bed next to you and hold you.

"Karkat, you shouldn't tug at your bandages." "Why not?" "It's not good." You slid away from him, turning your back to him, tugging at your bandages more. You closed your eyes and remembered all that happened the night before. The fists. The alcohol. The shoving, the pushing, the yelling. You bit your lip, tears starting to slide down your face. You felt Dave's hand on your shoulder and you broke, sobbing into your hands. He pulled you close, letting you sob into his shirt.

You finally calmed down, looking up at him, your eyes burned as he stroked your hair. "I-I'm-" "It's okay Karkat, just don't do it ever again." You nodded, laying close to him. You felt as though you were safe in his arms, you didn't know why, but you did. It was as if every single problem you had, or ever will have, just melt away. You've seen enough romcoms to know you care about Dave, but this is a 28-year-old English teacher, who the fuck knows where he's been. Or where his dick's b- WHOA WHOA WHOA HOLD THE PHONE! NO! YOU DID NOT MEAN FOR THAT INNUENDO TO POP UP! FUCKING. HELL. NO.

"Karkat, are you alright?" You look up at him, oh god you must have zoned out. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry." "Did you hear what I said before that?" You went silent, gaping your mouth open and closed, unconsciously shaking your head before letting out a groan. "Nope." "I asked where you got the bruises on your neck and shoulder." You looked at your neck and shoulder, sure enough, there's bruises. You cover them with your hand before smiling at them. You can't tell him about your step-dad, you can't tell anybody. Only Aradia, Sollux, and Kankri know, and that is all who will ever know. No fucking way are you bringing your English teacher into this. He got up, sighing and grabbing his jacket. "I'll call the school to have them call your brother and take you home. I can just say that I was helping out as a peer." He left, leaving you alone to wallow.

"Karkat, you let your English teacher of all people take you to the hospital? Do you know how dangerous that is? He could secretly be a pedophile and you know how many of those are around at this time of age-" Your brother ranted on and on, he didn't seem to be so happy about picking you up from the hospital. Well, if you had just been left ALONE and have just BLED OUT in the bathroom, none of this would have happened. He stopped the car and looked at you, sighing.

"Karkat, I know I'm your brother, but you really need to think about shit before you go and do it." Your brother rarely swore, so you knew that this was real. You nodded, getting out of the car and looking at the house. You didn't want to go back in to the horrors that awaited you. His arm wrapped around your shoulders as he pulled you inside, protecting you from your dad, who was currently drinking some whiskey and coke, you knew it was that, it's the only thing he drinks in a cup. You slid into your room quietly, locking the door and laying on your bed. You stayed cooped up in there the whole night, thinking to yourself.

"Tho, KK, you were gonna kill yourthelf in the bathroom yethderday?" God you hate Sollux for figuring shit out. "Why would you like to know?" "Becauthe, you're my friend, and friendth, look out for each other. Like we're thuppothed to!" He was starting to get on your last nerves. "Now, honestly, and I mean it, HONESTLY, why do you want to know about my fucking problems?" He could tell you were getting mad. "Lithten KK, I care about you, AA careth about you, Kankri careth about you, hell maybe even Mr. Thrider careth about you, but come on, you can't jutht go and try to kill yourthelf in the thchool bathroom!" "Will you just shut up?!" You left, fucking done as fuck.

You hid in the bathroom stall for all of lunch and the rest of the day, you didn't know if you should kill yourself or cry, so you stayed there, being quiet as all hell while tears ran down your face. You shook your head, lifting your sleeves up and pulling the bandages off your arms, looking at the scars and the sewing on your arm. Fuck everything. Just fuck everything. You didn't realize what time it was until you heard Mr. Strider's voice.

"Karkat, I know you're in here, come on, it's five, I can drive you home." "I-I don't want to leave." Your voice cracked near the end, goddammit. You saw the stall door being pushed open slightly, the locks are always broken in this school. You kicked the door closed, standing up and pulling your sleeve down, leaving your bandage on the floor and putting your hood up, coming out. He stopped you, pulling your sleeve up and looking at your arm, hugging you.

"Look, Karkat, I don't want you harming yourself again. Got it?" You nod, slowly hugging him back. You started shaking as you felt tears slide down your pale freckled face, you felt your legs buckle under you and you were both on the ground in a matter of minutes while you sobbed. He rocked you back and forth while you shook, sobbing harder and harder. You soon felt him pick you up bridal style, holding you tightly as he left the bathroom with you, walking down the school hallway towards the stairs, going down them and out to the parking lot.

well, that was a bust to write since i wrote most of it then i stopped at 1,000 words (at the "You nod, slowly hugging him back." in the last paragraph)

just

omg fucking why?