Hello my friends, I have finally returned. Sorry I broke my promise, but I completely forgot I had a famine/school sleepever event on Friday and Saturday, (Sunday was a eat and nap day). Anyway, here's a short chapter, and because it's short I'll put another one up tomorrow Lets get on to the story and fuck the excuses!

Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Homestuck characters, they all belong to Hussie. You belong to Gamzee, and he belongs to Hussie, so you belong to Hussie. GOOD FUCKIN LUCK!

Fake smiles and rough grips

'Shit!' I thought, wiping the tears away and sitting up straight, 'why's Gamzee here?' '"I'm in my room Gamzee," I called out with a fake voice, "give me a second!" I quickly fixed my hair and makeup and ran to open my door fully.

I smiled when I saw him, and half of it was actually real. Gamzee was one of the only people who could actually make me smile, not my fake smiles. Other than him it was Nepeta, Karkat, and Tavros. "Can I help you Gamz?"

I was answered with one of his stoned smiles. "Nepeta asked me to come over and escort you to the motherfucking party," he grabbed my hand, "let's go lil' sis!" I blushed slightly while flinching, he had accidentally grabbed one of my fresher cuts, and I could already feel the blood oozing from it.

I hated my blood, no one else seemed to be too worried about theirs... Ugh, why must the world be so cruel! Why gog?

"Okay Gamz," I gently pulled away from him, "I just gotta grab one last thing! " Sprinting to my room, I quickly bandaged my arms, also grabbing a pair of gloves for if it got too cold. Once I returned to the hallway, I smiled at him and grabbed his hand, laughing as to try and avoid suspicion.

...

The walk to the party was quiet, just filled with a few random conversations about life and school and work. Just the usual...

Things didn't stay usual though, as when we were walking past an alleyway I felt something cold and rough grab my arm. I let out a squeal, feeling sharp nails digging into your cuts. I saw a startled expression on Gamzee's face before hands covered my eyes and I was pulled into the shadows.

"What the fuck do you think YOU'RE doing," I could tell Gamzee was mad now, "you FUCKERS LET HER GO!" Things were quiet for a second before I heard several sets of laughing. "What the fuck are you gonna do about it," the voice was rough and seemed to be coming from the one holding me. Not that I'd call it holding...

One hand was wrapped around my arms and waist, preventing me from moving or fighting back, while the other was across my eyes. The hand on my face slid down to my chin, pulling it up so I was looking into his eyes.

They were disgusting, a greenish brown that seemed to be murky and just plain creepy. "Don't cry cutie," he nibbled on my ear, "I'll give you a fun time..." I wanted to puke, I didn't want his hand on me! In anger and repulsion I spit into his face and kneed his groin.

Once the tight grip around me was gone I tried to get to Gamzee, who was currently trying to fight against 2 other guys. I was about to hit one dude over the head when the leader grabbed my throat, lifting me up and pushing me against a wall.

I cried out, feeling the air escaping my lungs, feeling more tears spill. "G-gamzee," I gasped, "gamzee!" White and black spots were beginning to fill my vision, making it hard to focus. I was about to cry out again when all the pressure vanished, leaving me to collapse on my knees and slide against the wall.

I coughed a few times, rubbing my throat and taking in shudderinkg gasps. I faintly heard some yelling and footsteps running away loudly, before arms wrapped around me. I inhaled, getting the familiar smell of lavender shampoo and soporslime.

"Damnit, I'm motherfucking sorry sis," Gamzee's worried voice echoed loudly, "can you breath okay?" I sniffled. "I'm fine," I wrapped my arms around his neck, " I just wanna go home... Please." I was worried he was gonna takr me to the hospital, but luckily he didn't. I felt myself being lifted off the ground gently.

Then I passed out.

...

When I awoke it was dark, and not just dark. It was as dark as the Strider's sunglasses. Barely any light made it through my curtains, and I was glad. Cause, as soon as I turned on my lamp, pain flooded my head.

The fuck? Why did my mind feel like I had a hangover... oh yeah, that incident. Well, yay!

I slipped off the covers and realized, my fucking sweater wasn't on me! Fuckkkkkkkkkking shittt! I began to panic, if my sweater was gone then Gamzee would've seen my scars. My moirail, the one who I was flushed for, had seen my revolting scars.

Right now I wanted to cry...

Dun fucking dun... Small cliffie, yes, hate me. Love me... Call me? ...