Disclaimer- Any Homestuck characters used in this fanfic are not owned by me and they belong to our faithful Hussie.

I sighed, pushing my chair out from the table. What was I supposed to do, I really wanted to just spend the night at home, trying out my new games.

Yet, here I was opening my closet and browsing my selection. Most of it was baggy sweaters, miniskirts, leggings, and boots.

I ended up throwing on a pair of checkered red and black leggings, a plain black miniskirt, a long sleeved shirt that wss black with a white skull, and a pair of uggs.

I sat down on my bed and sighed, wondering what to do with my hair. I could leave it down but it'd get messy and tangled very quickly.

I COULD call Napeta over, she loved Frozen and could maybe do an Elsa braid for me. I wondered how it would look with horns and figured it would look pretty cute.

'Are we really going to go?' I began to doubt myself as I stood infront of the mirror, my hands nervously fiddling around with the hem of my shirt.

I stared into my reflection, focusing on my horns. Everyone else had sharp ones, but mine were like nubs.

My eyes traveled down my body, focusing on my arms. Beneath the long sleeves were several cuts, trailing up my arms. I hated them.

I hated how I would always resort to the blade under my bed. I didn't want to do it, but I never could resist. It was like I was trapped in a never ending loop.

A dark, sad, lonely loop.

...

I waited in my room for Napeta to come over, I told her to just come in, but to knock first. She was the only person I trusted to actually come into my hive.

Napeta knew of my cutting, and had sworn to keep it a secret. A few times when she had seen my worst moments, she had begged to tell someone, like Gamzee or Aradia, but I had denied.

If they knew wouldn't they hate me too? I could maybe tell Aradia, but she would tell Sollux. Gamzee? I know, I should be able to tell my moirail, but...

I didn't want to risk losing him. Ever since my birthday a few years ago, I had begun to feel red for him. Sounds stupid, right?

I'm used to that...

...

I was petting Cookie when I heard a knock, I ignored it and continued to to pet her, and as Napeta entered the room Cookie was purring like a generator.

She smiled at me and then scooped up Cookie, rubbing under his chin. "So if you want me to do your hair in a special way," she trailed off for a bit, "you must be coming to the party?"

I laughed, pointing to my mirror, "Get on with it, kitty!" I went and sat down closer to the mirror, and patted the bed space behind me.

...

As she began tying the hair tie at the end of my braid I saw her expression sadden. "Karsie," I paid attention as her voice quieted, "will you please tell someone? I'm really worried about you, all this cutting can't be good for you."

"Napeta," I flinched at the sound of my voice, "if anyone knew I'd be made fun of..."

"That's not true Karsie," I stared at Napetas reflection in the mirror, "everyone would treat you the same! We all love you Karsie... Plus, you're my best friend, and I can't let this go on much longer."

"But Nape-", "but nothing! It hurts me too..." "Can't you atleast tell Gamzee? He's your moirail, it's what he's for."

...

I stared at my own eyes in the mirror, they were the same old, dull gray, but I could see a hint of red in them. Pretty soon they were going to know my blood color, I always knew I wouldn't be able to hide it forever.

Yet, I didn't know why I couldn't say it. I guess that I felt like people would treat me worse, that I would lose my friends and my moirail. I had never thought that by hiding I would lose them.

Would it be the same as the cutting? It would probably be as though I couldn't say it, even though I wanted to. I wanted to have the burden lifted off my shoulders, I wanted to be free to live a normal life.

I smiled, turning to look at Napeta. "Thanks... I'm sorry for putting you through this," I hugged her, "I'll try and do something about it." I pulled back to look at her. "You needa get ready and I need to get baking..."

I saw Napeta hesitate before smiling back, "It's fine, and I guess I'll see you there..."

Then, with the closing of the door I did something I hadn't done in a long time. I sunk down into a corner and cried my heart out.

...

I hadn't cried in so long that I cried for half an hour, nonstop. I had kept my feelings bottled up inside me, not daring to show anyone. Not even Napeta.

It felt good at the same time as feeling horrible. With each minute passing by more weight was lifted off of my shoulders. Maybe it was only a bit, but it was enough.

I heard a few whines and looked up to see my cat and dog looking at me. I smiled sadly as I scooped them up and held them close. "I'm fine Dough, " I rubbed her floppy ears, "I'm fine..."

...

(Gamzee's POV)

I knocked on the door of Karsie's hive, waiting for a reply but getting none. "Karsie," I called out, "you home motherfucker? " No reply.

Napeta had messaged me saying she was a bit worried about Karsie. I couldn't see what would be motherfucking wrong though... Maybe the girl was just feeling down and out.

When I didn't get a reply I let myself in, closing the door behind as to not let her pets in. I nudged Cookie and Dough, (such cute names), so they wouldn't run out.

I watched as the two trotted off down the hall and reluctantly followed them. I stopped as they entered the last door down the hall. Listening for any signs saying I shouldn't enter. What I heard almost shattered my heart.

I peered in, lured by the hiccuping sobs coming from Karsie, and saw her in the corner. Cookie and Dough slinked toward and nudged her legs, meowing and whining. I bit my lip as she looked up, fresh tear trails across her face, and heard her mumble something to Dough.

...

(Karsie's POV)

"Hey motherfucker, " I jumped at Gamzee's voice, "you home Karsie? "

Chapter 2 is done, and I am proud. Don't worry though, chapters will get happier and longer. So happy that this series is coming together, and I'm having a lot of fun writing it. -Love EY