(Authors Note: This is My FIRST Homestuck Fanfiction, I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I sometimes overlook the smallest things
Please note that I am in year twelve this year [Last year of high school education and that updates will occur when I have time]
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Chapter 1: Emotions
My father, though at times his existence could be nothing but annoying, as most kids my age think about their parents, with their annoyingly lame jokes and rules. These are the things that make them parents and although you can be angered at these actions, at some point you know that it's all for you, every breath and word. At the times you laugh it off and secretly except their love, because you feel… no you know that it will always be there for you when you crave it, or it is needed. Though what do you do when all that is taken from you? Do you cry or scream? Do you run and deny it's gone. Personally I have done all of those things at one stage, though over the short time of three months, I have come to terms with my father's death.
Although I am only fourteen years old I can, and have fully grasped the terms of death though I don't understand why fate chooses people like my father. It was claimed to be an accident, though I saw it happen and I beg to differ. That regretful day after school when the rain was light and I stayed back to participate in advanced reading classes, like I did every Tuesday for the past year. As usual I waited out the front of my high school for my father, under my green umbrella. My blonde hair avoiding the rain as did the purple streak dad dyed for me, and like the many others at my school I wore the uniform. That was a dark blue sweater, a white dress shirt, blue and white tie and classic blue slacks with black leather polished shoes. My shoulder bag sat casually over my shoulder, though it wasn't too heavy, mostly because I remember to put my books away today. Though on my face sat thick rimmed glasses that had caught some rain on them, though I ignored it as I peered around at the various puddles forming on the ground. Though my eyes caught sight of the incoming car in the distance, I immediately recognised it as my dad's, blue slick design with a purple streak over the front that stretched over the entire car. I smiled widely as I began to walk towards the car, to shorten the distance between me and the car for dad. Though as I watched my father's car pull out into the roundabout I heard an ear piercing screech as from the side as a speeding car also sped into the roundabout.
The crash happened before my eyes but I can barely remember the details, all I remember is the car hitting dad's then dad's car pushed onto the centre of the roundabout and the sharp pain of worry as my heart stopped. I remember letting go of my bag and umbrella and running, as fast as my legs could carry as I saw the man in the other car peer out of his car window, from behind the air-bag as he struggled to reach for his phone, as I could see his shaking hands. When I got there I simply stared at the crash, dads car was in a mess the whole driver's side had been pushed inwards and the airbag had been triggered and a thin mask of dust filled the air, though it was thinning due to the light rain. Without thinking I ran towards the car my dad was in there I had to get him out!
"DAD!" I screamed as I approached the driver's door and grasped the smashed handle and pulled it up in hopes of opening the door, though it allowed entrance I was too weak to pry the door open, my small fingers clutching it in hope as I peered up at the window. It was shatter but still in place I could see through it, with a panicked breath I sprinted to the passenger seat door and grabbed the wet handle and pulled it open. I stared at the crash once more, though this time the world around me fell silent, I no longer could hear the man on the phone, the blinkers from his car, the slight rev of his smashed car, not even the rain. My father strapped to his seat with the seat belt his head flung back his left arm limply laying by the gear stick his looked limp, my blue eyes grew heavy as the red splatter over his right side became visible.
"Dad?" I questioned as I peered at his ruined interior and awaited my dad's voice, or a movement, even a smug comment anything, nothing came. I shook my head and without thinking I hopped into the broken car into the passenger's seat as I hesitated as a drip entered my hearing though it wasn't the rain as my eyes averted to my father's leg. It wasn't in place, I could see a small white object piercing the materiel and a red patch forming around it as I gasped and cover my mouth. My eyes closed as if it was all a bad dream as I felt the set of tears leave my eyes as I opened them and stared at my father. His limp head flung back, his black hair covering his eyes, his purple dress shirt covered in red from the right, the same for his black and brown striped pants as I stared. I lean forward and extend my hand to my dad as I grab his left arm and shake it.
"Wake up dad, you have to" I manage to whimper out as I receive no response, the sick feeling returns as I shake harder as if he didn't feel it.
"WAKE UP" I scream louder as my eyes seal themselves shut as I shake his arm and shake my head as my stomach burns and my eyes drip.
"please…"
That's when everything went dark and flashes of moments occur in my head, being ripped from the car, screaming of course. Tears following the ambulance and medical team examining me. The man telling the police what happened my stomach curling into a million knots of pain and finally being driven home by a stranger. Turns out this stranger was a child service's women who claimed that everything was going to be okay. It was not, you see this woman, had the task of caring for me for the next three months as she tracked down any sort of family of mine that I could be given to as their child. I hated her always trying to cuddle me and get me to talk, I refused her, despised her, why couldn't anyone just realise I wanted to be left alone? That the countless night I spent awake, crying, clinging to any item I could that reminded me of my dad, was all the help I needed.
A few weeks after his passing, I was taken to his funeral, there was barley a crowd. A few of my dad's friends, his boss and me. Although there was another attendant but I couldn't make out his face as he hid under a black hoodie, not that I cared. Though I did cry again when I watched him being buried, but that's just another sob story.
Soon enough I was receiving school work in the mail and shitty hand drawn cards from my class mates. I ignored all this pity, I hated it as did I grow to hate myself and everyone who was involved in the accident. Especially the man who actually hit my father's car, turns out he was intoxicated and speeding, though he got off with rehab charges. No matter how hard you tried you don't think you would ever be able to forgive him, that bastard.
Though now, when I thought my world couldn't get any worst that moronic lady found out about some family you apparently have and confirms with the court and the personal that I have been granted custody for. Despite the slight happiness about finding out you are not going to be sent to a foster home you dread meeting this man. You also dread the fact that your moving a good two hours away from you hometown just to live with him, though it might be a nice change. This leads you to your current state, packing your suitcase and heading over to meet this stranger. Your larger items have already been delivered at the house and you are left with your final bag as you peer around your basically empty room. You catch sigh of yourself in the mirror, blonde hair, glasses, black sweater and purple jeans. Though you peer away as your eyes set on the blue and black scarf around your neck, its dads favourite, you stole it before his belongings were taken away. You are slightly pleased as you roll you suitcase towards the door, where the car awaits to take you away. You glance about your father's house one last time and try not to think about him as you sigh and stare towards the car out front as you exit the house. With a sigh you close the door behind you and begin your descent towards the open car door as you grip your suitcase's handle tightly and you stomach rolls.
Your name is Eridan Ampora and you are shit scared.