Writer/Fanfic Writer

“What happened this time,” my mother sighed as she sat in the principles office.

“Well, Y/N put a kids head through a locker door,” the principle started explaining.

“Sal took his mask off to eat and the kid decided he was gonna tell Sal to kill himself,” I spat, interrupting the man across from me.

Blood trickled down the kids face, the dent in the locker doing nothing to satisfy my anger. I grabbed him by the hair and shoved his face into it again, this time putting a hole in the metal.

“Y/N just stop, he’s not worth it,” Larry tried to grab at my wrist.

“Teacher!”

“Excuse me! No one talks to my step-son that way! Why are you not talking to him?” I smirked as my mother’s temper rose.

“He’s in the ER ma’am but until he gets out we cannot do anything about it, now lets focus on how to discipline your daughter-”

“You can suspend her from school, or whatever you have to do but I absolutely will not be punishing her for this,” my mother rose. The principle nodded silently, looking down at his paperwork, having dealt with my mother before.

"Karkat, we need to talk," I stomped into the trolls room.

"ABOUT WHAT?" his obliviousness was seriously starting to piss me off.

"The soulmate marks, fucking idiot," I mumbled the last piece. He looked at me before glancing down at the small pattern on his wrist. His eyes didn't meet mine again until I continued speaking.

"If you do not want me as your soulmate, fine, but tell me at least so I do not feel as though I am being strung along by someone who does not want me."

"I WANT YOU!" he defended, though his cheeks flushed a bright red as soon as the words left his mouth.

None of us could believe he’d done it. My brother had suffered depression since his early teen years, but now, he was gone. I curled into myself in the corner of the room, trying to make myself as small as possible. I hid my face behind my knees in an attempt to hide my tears, but Travis noticed. Of course he would, he’d never gotten along with my brother but he was my best friend.

“Hey,” he spoke softly, unusual for him, “listen, I’m not sure what to say, I’ve never had a death this personal to someone I knew.”

I lifted my head to give him a half-assed smile. I leaned onto his shoulder, letting out a breath.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” I admitted, “I can’t remember a minute we weren’t either sitting in our room or up in the tree house together.”

“Yeah,” he placed his hand on my back awkwardly. I knew of course, about him, I was the only one that knew. His dad watched us from across the room, making eye contact with Travis before he nudged me to sit up.

“Fuck, I’m gonna miss him,” I rested my hands in my face. He stayed silent this time, just rubbing my back. 

“Did he leave you a note?” it was an innocent question, but it brought tears to my eyes.

“Yeah, I’m gonna read part of it for my speech.”

“Would you rather I go get Sal? He’s probably better at this than I am,” He spoke after a moment.

“Yeah,” I laughed a little, more tears slipping out when I looked over at the casket. Travis got up next to me and disappeared into the small crowd of people who knew him from school. Sal walked towards me, his prosthetic left at home. The area around his scars were puffy, probably from scratching out of habit.

“Hey Y/N/N,” he greeted gently, “God, you’re worse than Lisa.”

I hadn’t even thought about how my mom was feeling, she was probably breaking down somewhere near Harry. Sal sat with me, pulling at the collar of his suit. 

“I can’t do this,” sobs escaped my lips.

“Have you seen him yet? It might help accept it, it helped me with my mom.”

I shook my head, Sal standing and pulling me to my feet. He carefully guided me over to the wooden box, and looking at my brother laying there broke me further. His skin has turned ashy, his eyes sunken in. If not for those features, and the lack of snoring, I would have thought he was asleep.

“Hon, their ready for your speech,” Mom put her hand on my shoulder, puffy eyes and all she still smiled at me. I stood on the podium a moment, trying to find the words.

“My brother,” I started, “most people who commit suicide don’t leave notes, but he left two, one to me and one to Sal, I would like to read just a little bit of mine, censored of course we all knew Larry. Y/N, I’m sorry. I am so sorry I left you like this, I’m sorry I couldn’t go on, and I’m sorry that I stared you in the face for months, and pretended to get better. You have to keep going though, move on, get out of this town, you’re gonna do great things. I’m sorry I won’t be there to see them.”

"Alright Y/N, are you ready?" One of the girls asked.

"Let's get this over with," I rolled my eyes. We'd gotten some business in Santa Carla, old debts, to settle. Which unfortunately meant we'd be running straight into our rival gang's territory.

When we'd arrived at the old CD store our boss had told us to wait for him outside, that he'd only be a minute. A small group of us leaned against our bikes, people watching meant something entirely different for a gang of vampires.

"Well, well, well," a blondie wearing a brightly patterned jacket smirked, "look what we have here."

It wasn't until the fourth boy showed up that any of us recognized the group. His whiteish blond hair and leather jacket glistened in the bright lights of the city. He wore a smug look on his face as he eyed me carefully.

"What are you doing here?" David raised an eyebrow.

"None of your business," one of my partners hissed.

"Oh, but you're standing in front of a shop run by our boss," his stupid grin grew wider, "which leads me to believe it is."

I shifted on my feet; I was the oldest in our group and that meant being the one our boss trusted the most. Which is why I knew that the man we were here to see was our bosses father, from before either of them had been turned. I was not excited to figure out what 'settling old debts' meant anymore.

"Boys, play nice," a tall man walked out behind our boss, his hand on her shoulder.

"Why are they here?" David asked Max.

"Well, my daughter here owed me something, just a few years of commitment here in Santa Carla is all," our boss did not look happy, understandably so.

"You mean she'll be here with us for the next few years," the blond with fluffy hair pointed at our boss.

"They all will," a few of us started to stutter, but I couldn't seem to form any words inside my head.

By the end of the first few months our rivalry had settled a little bit into minor disdain. And I was forced to admit that the Lost Boy's leader had kind of grown on me.

"Hey Y/N," David called me over from his wheelchair. I had been off duty tonight so I was stuck in the cave with him until the others got back.

"What?" I crossed my arms, stopping just a few feet in front of him.

"You've been staring at me since we left," he leaned on one of his armrests, "and one of you friends informed me that you appear to hate us slightly less than everyone else."

"Okay? What's your point?"

"My point is, if you wanna stay I don't think anyone would be upset with you," he winked. I was flabbergasted to say the least, but I would be lying if I told him he was wrong. So, I screwed my mouth shut and walked away, listening to his light chuckle as I did.

After another few weeks had passed I decided that I should talk to my boss about what he had said. My boss explained that it was actually them who told David what they saw, and that he was right, no one would be upset at me for staying after the rest of the group left. I sighed in defeat, I knew that I would have to talk to David again after that. No doubt my boss would say something.

And I was right, because later that day he'd walked up behind me and sat next to me on the rocks.

"Your boss told me you're staying," David's eyes bore into mine.