*tries to update like usual: writes forever then actually posts after weeks of waiting agony*
Date: Mon Oct. 13th, 2014
Time: 7:56 pm
Current location: Home for the rest of this shit.
Current mental state: Fuck this no more of this.
I would start with "Dear journal" if I wasn't so tired so let's just cut to the caste.
Anyways, today was my first day back to school. I got all of my stuff done easily. I talked to some of my "friends", I only recognized Sollux, Gamzee, and Aradia. I got talked to by most of them. And I kept running into one of them everywhere I went. Right next to my locker (he had to show me my locker combination and his locker is next to mine too), in ALL OF MY CLASSES, and he kept talking to me at lunch. The weird thing about him is that he always wore these shades. I didn't get why, but he was instantly mysterious. I want to get to know him more, whoever that mysterious boy is.
Meanwhile, I'm reading through some of the things I have on my computer. I have a tumblr. Now, I don't fucking know what tumblr is, but I have over 21,000 posts. And they're all bands and tv shows and gay rights. God I must have been fucking weird with everyone else. I guess I didn't care though. I also seem to have an art program or two on here for drawing. I'm pretty fucking awful at it though. Well, online I mean, I'm actually pretty good at it on actual paper. Whatever, I'm just gonna end this I need to sleep.
Time: 8:12 pm
You saved the journal into your computer documents before pulling away from your desk and laying on your bed. You stared at your ceiling before getting up and going to your window. You saw an ash tray and you went towards the drawer on the desk next to it, opening it and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. You guess since you probably saved these that you smoke. You pulled one out and sat in your desk chair, opening the window and looking outside at the chilly Autumn night, lighting the cigarette and blowing the smoke out the window. It felt good. You pulled your phone out, checking messages. Nothing from anybody but Dave Strider. You checked the messages and decided to chat with him.
DS: hey you still up, i sorta want to talk to you about some shit
KV: Yeah I'm up. I don't really know who you are but I'll talk to you I guess.
DS: alright, well i sorta just wanted to talk to you about what happened at school today
DS: and since you dont really remember me, when you get your memory back
DS: just remember that im sorry
KV: Sorry?
KV: For what?
DS: well, about a week or two before your accident you ended up getting into this huge argument with me, which i was the one that ended up needing to apologize, and we havent talked ever since until today and now
KV: Oh. Well I'm gonna go to bed, I need the sleep for school tomorrow.
DS: oh ok night
KV: Night.
You put your phone away and got up, putting out your cigarette and closing your window, going to sleep. When you woke up you heard loud screaming. You got up and went towards your door, opening it slowly to see Kankri doing the same. You both looked at each other before leaving your rooms towards the stairs. You heard a large slam and you both went downstairs, quickly seeing someone move across the room and out the door, closing it. Kankri quickly darted towards the kitchen, slowly backing up.
"K-K-Karkat, g9 upstairs. N9w." You nod and go upstairs, running into your dad on his way downstairs. You slide into your room and sit on the bed. You layed down before hearing your door open. You looked over at the door and saw Kankri shaking as he went over to you. "You okay Kankri?" "Y-Yeah. Dad said that I sh9uld stay in here f9r the night th9ugh." "Alright." He signed and closed the door, laying next to you. After a few minutes you heard an ambulance outside. "Kankri, what happened downstairs?" "9ur m9ther was sta66ed. Fr9m the l99ks 9f it, she must have died." "Oh." You rolled over, staring at your wall. You guess this was something bad, you don't really know.
You soon fell asleep, somewhat pleading that she didn't die.
whoops tragedy.