I hope the story isn't too boring! Also, sorry for any spelling mistakes, I tend to type fast and not look over my writing! Oh and this chapter is gonna be on the sadder side.

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING

Karkat's POV

We had enough people in this house, why did Rosa have to invite another? And he's not even cool, he just takes up space in MY room. I was gonna get a TV and make a little theatre in there but nooooo, we had to make room for another foster kid. What kind of name is John anyway? It seemed so...bland.

"Gimme thome chipsth, kk." Sollux said, reaching a hand out. I pulled the bag towards me. He grumbled and launched himself over, "Geez, bitch." He muttered, grabbing a handfull and sitting back.

"If you wanted these chips, you should've told Rosa when she went shopping!" I yelled at him. He held his hands up in defense.

"I just wanted thome chipth, damn, Mr. Mutant." He told me. I huffed and crossed my arms.

"DON'T CALL ME A MUTANT!" I snapped suddenly, catching him and Tavros off guard. Sollux suddenly realized what he'd said.

"Kk-" He began. I took a deep breath and stomped into my room. Wait, fuck, John was there. I paused half-step on the stairs, taking short breaths. No. Not right now. Please.

Karkat! The voice from a memory called. I don't want to think about that. IT'S JUST ONE FUCKING WORD. ONE. FUCKING. WORD. A stupid word too. A word you call bratty little kids. A word I don't want to be called. A word I've been called enough.

"I-I'm not a mutant." I mumbled, my breaths getting uneven. I took an uneven deep breath and continued walking. My walk turned into a jog and next thing I knew, I was rushing to my room. My shaky hands rose to the door handle and I went in. I didn't make it to my bed. I got to the next staircase and thrust the door shut, slipping to the ground behind it and holding my head.

Holding my head made my situation worse because what was on my head was hair. My fucking white hair.

Mutant.

Mistake.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, a lump catching in my throat. My hands shook. My eyes teared up.

MY FUCKING RED EYES.

"Karkat?" John asked. I heard footsteps coming towards me but didn't look up.

"I-I'm sorry." I choked out, tears starting to roll down my pale face.

I don't want to think about this.

The memory started making its way into the spotlight.

Oh fuck.

*flashback*

I was 3.

"Geeeet innn the car." He ordered, walking in from the kitchen. It was actually more of staggering and stumbling then walking though. I looked over from watching TV.

"But Daddy, we already went today." I stated, wanting to watch my show. He stomped over and grabbed me by my shirt.

"Did I aaaaask for yourr fucking confirmation?" He demanded. His breath smelt like Mommy's special grape juice and his voice was slurred. I quickly shook my head, though I didn't know what confirmation meant, "Iiiii can't fucking hear you shaaaaake your mutant fucking heead." He said, shaking me a bit.

"No Daddy." I finally answered, trying to look him in the eyes. The whites of his eyes were red and his cheeks were too, like they always were when Mommy was at work.

"Noooow get iiiin the fucking caaar!" He yelled, pointing to the door. He let me go and I scrambled up. He stumbled out, grabbing the car key and I grabbed the house key that was laying on the table. I closed the door and locked it like Mommy showed me. Silly Daddy, he could remember the car key but not the house one.

"Karkat!" He yelled, poking his head outside the car. I finished locking the door and rushed over, "Get iin the frooont." He ordered. I looked in the back where my car seat was.

"But Mommy says-" I began.

"GET IN THE FUCKING CAR!" He yelled. I jumped in surprise but followed his order. I could barely see out the window. Daddy says that I'm short for my age. I buckled my seat belt like Mommy always told me. I don't know why Daddy didn't have to. Maybe it was because he's so powerful and doesn't need it. I hope I can be that powerful when I'm a grown-up.

The drive was short because Daddy was going really fast. The car swerved back and forth and I smiled. It was like a rollercoaster! I noticed red traffic lights.

"Daddy, you're supposed to stop." I said, confused. Maybe you didn't have to follow road rules when it's night because there's nobody else out here.

"DON'T TELL ME HOW TO DRIVE, YOU MISTAKE!" He yelled. I tensed up, ready for a strike. He didn't and I got confused. I just nodded then caught myself.

"Yes Daddy." I told him.

We pulled up to the gas station. Red light shone into the car from the front sign. He got out and I followed, grabbing the car key since he forgot it in the seat. Silly. I made sure to hit the lock button thing before getting out and following him inside. The door dinged when we walked in.

"Hey Karkat!" The nice lady behind the desk said. Daddy stomped back to his section. I was about to follow but she stopped me, "Have you started school yet?" She asked. I shook my head.

"No. But I'm starting this year!" I told her, smiling. She smiled back then looked up, her expression changing.

"Hey honey, do me a favor and grab me a, uh, small bag of BBQ chips." She said. I noticed Daddy walking up to the desk but turned and left to do what she said. I looked intently for what she asked for. I heard some yelling from up front but didn't look, I had a mission. There was a short scream and some curses. I found what she wanted and grabbed it, walking up and giving it to her.

"There you go." I said happily. She smiled and took it. I noticed Daddy and quickly followed him out, "See ya tomorrow!" I called to her. She didn't smile when I said this. She just gave this upset look. I just shrugged and got back into the car, handing the key to Daddy. He snatched it from my hand.

We got into the car and Daddy opened a bottle of his special happy drink. I smiled a little. He's gonna be happy now! Maybe now he'll watch my show with me! He always likes to watch stuff with me when he's happy. He started the car, the happy not set in yet.

We headed back home. We were going faster then last time and there were some cars on the road too. I craned my neck to see out the front window. We were in the other lane.

"Uh Daddy-" I began, looking up at him. I stopped, not wanted to get punished. I rested back in my seat. It's okay. We always get to home fine. We'll go home and Daddy will watch TV with me. We can even watch a funny movie!

Man was I wrong.

It happened so fast. I noticed another red light ahead and Daddy didn't seem like he was gonna stop. There weren't any other cars around so it was okay, right?

Daddy wasn't wearing his seatbelt.

Daddy wasn't looking at the windshield, his eyes were half shut.

Daddy went into the glass.

I miss my daddy.

A car was driving towards us. I thought the light was just a street light.

Airbags hurt.

My nose bled like it does when Daddy doesn't have his happy drink.

I'm smaller then kids my age.

The airbag missed me.

Daddy's airbag didn't come out because he didn't get it fixed from last time.

My neck hurt.

I got really dizzy.

Blue and eed lights flashed everywhere. A policeman forced my door open. I scooted back, Daddy said the police were meanies.

"I'm not gonna hurt ya kid." He assured me, smiling a little. I couldn't move much because it hurt. The policeman lifted me out and sat me on an ambulance bed. I was lifted with the bed onto the ambulance.

"Where's my Daddy?" I asked, "Are we going home? I wanna see my Daddy." I said, trying to get up. The ambulance people forced me back down and strapped me to the bed. "I want my Daddy." I told them.

I started crying. We were supposed to go home. We were supposed to be happy and watch TV.

I wanna go home.

I wanna go home.

*end flashback*

"I-I wanna go home." I kept saying, sniffling and burying my face in my sweater. Joh kept staring at me, I know. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"I do too." He told me. I hugged my knees and kept crying.