Going to school the next few days was awful. People asking where he was, asking if he was okay, apologising to me. I couldn't stand it. I huffed and shoved my nose into my scarf. Marching season was over, and it was freezing. Why did it have to be so cold? I walked home alone, like I have been the past few days. It was lonely without Karkat next to me, and I almost forgot I was mad. People were telling me this was rediculous, that I was over reacting, but.. They don't understand. He was my best friend since we were babies... he was my boyfriend, the one I made out with to cover up a black eyes that wretched woman gave him. And he LIED to me the entire time.. we were supposed to tell each other everything, we were supposed to know everything about each other, yet I never knew any of this...

I let out a little scream of frustration, and just kicked a stump nearby, hurting my foot. Why did he have to be so , so... stubborn? Why couldn't he tell me these things? I got up, and tried to continue walking, but the pain in my foot knocked me down. Oh my god, did I kick the tree so hard I broke my foot?! I pulled out my phone to call my mom, but my vision dotted for a second, before I could dial.

"Hey, mom..? I tripped walking home, and I think my foot is broken.. can you come get me?"
"Oh, my god Nepeta, yes, where are you?" She asked frantically. I could hear her shouting to her co-workers she had to leave due to an emergency, and put the phone back. I told her where I was, and told her I'd wait, and maybe try to read while I waited for her.

Around twenty minutes later, I saw her car pull up, and she was still in her scrubs. She helped me into the car, and we drove to the hospital, and I just kinda sat back, thinking. Thinking about Karkat, guitar night, lots of things- anything to distract myself from my foot. I soon pulled out my phone once again, and messaged Dave.

-So, here's the gist of it all: I was mad at Karkat for not telling me anything was wrong, I kicked a tree, I broke my foot, and now I need to not think about it or else i'll start crying

-again

-damn leijon

-why are you so loud at shouty?

-it's not something thats easy to talk about

-oh, not you too, strider

-no matter who it is, you just can't walk up to them one day and be like 'oh, by the way my evil step mother hits me and abuses me and idk what to do about it its probably nothing'

-it's something they're conditioned to believe they deserve

-i, myself, know this from first had experience.

-My dad's in jail for it, that's why all I have is my Bro.

-It started when he started drinking cause my mom died.

-but listen. He feels really bad right now, and he feels like when he does something wrong, he's going to get hit, that he deserves pain

-you being mad? That's not helping.

-So really, you need to buck up, apologise, and get over yourself about this, leijon.

I stared at my screen for a moment, tears filling in my eyes. The words stung, but I needed to hear them. Hands shaking, I slowly typed out a reply.

-..you're right.. I'm sorry Dave...

-You should be

-But im not the one you should apologise to

-okay... well, I'm at the hospital...i'll talk to you in a bit.

I put my phone away as my mom helped me out of the car and into the ER. We sat in the waiting room for three hours before they took us in. Broken bones were about 6th on the priority list, according to her. She should know, she worked here. But there were a lot of accidents coming in, a lot, apparently, from people decorating houses for the holidays. Lots of blood.

When we finally got called in, they x-rayed my foot, and gave me a bright purple cast. They put a kitten sticker on it, taught me how to use crutches, then sent me on my way. It didn't take very long, but putting on the cast did. Lots of goopey plaster and this material that felt like a sock. It would apparently be on for 6 weeks. I sighed and wobbeled on the crutches to the car, sitting in the back.

-hey, Dave? I think I know how im going to apologise to Karkat. He gets out of the hospital tomorrow, and tomorrow's guitar night. Will you bring him? I've got a plan.

I AM ALIVE I SWEAR IVE JUST BEEN BUSY

Marching season ended. We placed 6th place in the 5A division for my state, and my Guard placed 3rd. We did good!

Now, i finished the sotry last night. I finished writing all the last three chapters, so there are two more after this. Hope you enjoy!