HOME | DD

Description

The pain spread across your body, and you almost gagged, feeling blood slowly seep from between your lips. You leaned up against the brick wall, but slowly sagged down to the ground, your hands falling limply on either side of you.

A dumpster sat in front of you, your feet almost touching it, and you would have laughed if you could. A dirty and dark alleyway in the middle of a heavy rain was the last place you thought you’d die. The rain drenched your hair and seemed to cleanse your wound, or at least the parts it could reach. You gripped the knife in your stomach with as much strength as you could, but you whimpered and didn’t remove it. It sounded silly to say it after being stabbed, but you were scared it’d hurt pulling out.

People murmured to each other, walking past the small entrance to the alleyway, not even stopping to peek in. You wanted to cry out for help, but you couldn’t form the words. And what good would it do? Would anyone be able to save you?

You stared up at the sky as the rain slowed down, looking at the thick navy blue clouds as they swirled in the sky, creating a breeze that cooled your burning body and soothed you.

A few tears slithered down your cheeks as you realized you truly were going to die. It got harder and harder to breathe as the blood welled up in your throat, and a wet sob forced it way out of you.

Your dear boyfriend, Karkat Vantas, would be devastated. How would he handle this? How long would it take him to find out? You let another sob out as you thought of him; his smiling face filling your thoughts and that wonderful, rare laugh that always filled your heart with happiness.

You should have been home by now. There’s no denying that he’s out looking for you. Closing your eyes tightly, you prayed. You didn’t pray to be saved, but you prayed that Karkat wouldn’t be the one to find you. Not only did you not want him to see you like this, you knew he would probably feel the same.

Karkat would call for help, no doubt, and hold you in his lap. His glossy red tears would hit your face, and his warm, firm grip on your torso and waist would make you just want to drift off to sleep. His voice, loud with desperation, would beg you to just hang on for a few more minutes! Help would be arriving soon, he’d promise. Please, he’d lower to a whisper, don’t let me lose you.

You would never get to watch his favorite movies with him again, snuggled up on the couch with hot chocolate in a mug and all the lights off. Celebrations of making it through a rom com marathon with Karkat by relaxing in a coffee shop, you leaning against him, breathing in his scent and sipping on a warm coffee would never come again.

As the rain began to pour down, you took a deep breath, then stiffened as it wasn’t easy to even breathe anymore. You smiled and reached up to weakly wipe away a trail of blood, then closed your eyes, listening to the rain.

Please, you prayed. Let Karkat be happy. May he be surrounded by the people he loves and who love him. As the soothing pitter-patter of the rain faded away and took you away with them, you breathed out, your last thoughts being of what you’d be missing. But it was too late to feel sorry.

“Live on, Karkat…”

Description

The pain spread across your body, and you almost gagged, feeling blood slowly seep from between your lips. You leaned up against the brick wall, but slowly sagged down to the ground, your hands falling limply on either side of you.

A dumpster sat in front of you, your feet almost touching it, and you would have laughed if you could. A dirty and dark alleyway in the middle of a heavy rain was the last place you thought you’d die. The rain drenched your hair and seemed to cleanse your wound, or at least the parts it could reach. You gripped the knife in your stomach with as much strength as you could, but you whimpered and didn’t remove it. It sounded silly to say it after being stabbed, but you were scared it’d hurt pulling out.

People murmured to each other, walking past the small entrance to the alleyway, not even stopping to peek in. You wanted to cry out for help, but you couldn’t form the words. And what good would it do? Would anyone be able to save you?

You stared up at the sky as the rain slowed down, looking at the thick navy blue clouds as they swirled in the sky, creating a breeze that cooled your burning body and soothed you.

A few tears slithered down your cheeks as you realized you truly were going to die. It got harder and harder to breathe as the blood welled up in your throat, and a wet sob forced it way out of you.

Your dear boyfriend, Karkat Vantas, would be devastated. How would he handle this? How long would it take him to find out? You let another sob out as you thought of him; his smiling face filling your thoughts and that wonderful, rare laugh that always filled your heart with happiness.

You should have been home by now. There’s no denying that he’s out looking for you. Closing your eyes tightly, you prayed. You didn’t pray to be saved, but you prayed that Karkat wouldn’t be the one to find you. Not only did you not want him to see you like this, you knew he would probably feel the same.

Karkat would call for help, no doubt, and hold you in his lap. His glossy red tears would hit your face, and his warm, firm grip on your torso and waist would make you just want to drift off to sleep. His voice, loud with desperation, would beg you to just hang on for a few more minutes! Help would be arriving soon, he’d promise. Please, he’d lower to a whisper, don’t let me lose you.

You would never get to watch his favorite movies with him again, snuggled up on the couch with hot chocolate in a mug and all the lights off. Celebrations of making it through a rom com marathon with Karkat by relaxing in a coffee shop, you leaning against him, breathing in his scent and sipping on a warm coffee would never come again.

As the rain began to pour down, you took a deep breath, then stiffened as it wasn’t easy to even breathe anymore. You smiled and reached up to weakly wipe away a trail of blood, then closed your eyes, listening to the rain.

Please, you prayed. Let Karkat be happy. May he be surrounded by the people he loves and who love him. As the soothing pitter-patter of the rain faded away and took you away with them, you breathed out, your last thoughts being of what you’d be missing. But it was too late to feel sorry.

“Live on, Karkat…”