"Alright, I have prepared an outfit for you." Kanaya said, holding up some clothes. Karkat glanced at them.
"Are you sure they're something I'd normally wear?" he asked.
"Yes. Now try them on." Karkat sighed and took them from her. He went into his room and put them on. The outfit consisted of black skinny jeans, a shiny silver belt, a tight black long-sleeve shirt tucked into his pants and a silver necklace with the cancer symbol. Karkat stared at himself in the mirror in Kanaya's room. "Well? Do you like it?"
"…Sure." He didn't hate it and he was cool with wearing it once or twice. Kanaya handed him some black shoes that, unlike his sneakers, weren't wearing away at nearly every corner.
"Put these on." she instructed. Karkat sighed but did as she asked. Then he put his phone in the pants pocket and walked outside. "Good luck." Kanaya said, waving. Karkat nodded and walked in the direction of the park.
It was a rather cool morning and Karkat walked quickly to keep warm. There were crows perched on a telephone wire on nearly every street Karkat walked on. He found it a little creepy, like they were some sort of omen. He rolled his eyes and kept walking. He wasn't so weird that he'd think something like that.
When Karkat got to the park he looked around but realized Abby wasn't there yet. In fact, he was the only person at the park. So he sat on a bench and waited. A few crows were perched in a nearby tree and they stared at him. So Karkat stared back. Eventually all of them but one flew off and Karkat glanced around. Abby still wasn't there.
"Karkat!" Karkat sat up and looked across the street. Abby was waving to him. She had her mouse-brown hair hanging loosely past her shoulders. She was wearing a pale blue dress that went down to her knees and brown flats that matched the thick belt around her waist. She smiled and ran across the street to him. Karkat got up to walk over to her. Then he noticed the car.
"Abby!" he shouted. But before he could do anything the car hit her and she went flying. He ran up to her as the car drove off. "Oh fuck. No, no, no, no, no!" Karkat bent down over her and roller her over so she was facing him. "Oh no." Her eyes were blank. They stared back at him with no expression. He'd seen those eyes before. The eyes of his dead parents. "No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Fuck! This is all my fault! God damn it! I shouldn't have suggested the park! I should have gone and picked you up at your house! Damn it! I'm so sorry! It's all my fault!" Karkat kept babbling and he heard people shouting around him. He heard sirens and some people came and carried Abby away. Karkat followed them numbly.
Half an hour later he was at the police station, answering questions for an officer. He was only half conscious of what he was doing. The other half of him still felt like it was holding Abby's dead body. When the police officer left and he was told he couldn't go see her he sat down on a chair and stared at the ceiling.
Abby's sister and parents came to see her. They were crying and holding each other. Karkat felt like he should cry, but he seemed to be in too much shock. Instead he watched Abby's family with a horrible guilty feeling in his gut.
"Are you Karkat?" Abby's sister asked. Karkat nodded and she sat next to him. "Abby told me about you. She was going to meet you at the park today." Karkat nodded again.
"It's all my fault." he said. "I was the one who suggested the park. I should have said somewhere different, or maybe just picked her up at her house or…" Abby's sister patted his shoulder and shook her head.
"You can't blame yourself in this situation. There's no way to change someone's fate. And we can't go back in time." Karkat nodded. He stared at the door to the room Abby was in.
"…I didn't even get to know her." he said. "That's why I'd wanted to meet her at the park. To get to know her. But now…" Abby's sister put her arm around Karkat's shoulders and he covered his face with his hands. "What have I done?" he whispered quietly enough Abby's sister didn't hear him. "What have I done?!"
One crow sorrow, two crows joy. Three crows a letter, four crows a boy. Five crows silver, six crows gold. Seven crows a story, never to be told.
Muahaha! Don't you just hate me now? :D
This happened because I was discussing the situation with my sister (before I wrote chapter 21) and she said "And then she'll get hit by a car!" So that happened. *chuckles evilly* She also said the chapter reminded her of that crow poem, so I added that. :3