Dave x Depressed!Reader: [} Why? {]

//lots of cursing. If you don't like it, don't read, and how do you read homestuck in the first place?? Seriously the f-bomb is dropped like every 5 minutes

DAVE IS SUPER OC AND THIS STORY SUCKS SO IF ALL YOUR GOING TO DO IS BE RUDE PLEASE DO NOT READ IT. I HAVE BEEN GETTING NOTES ABOUT THIS. I UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING OKAY STOP TELLING ME. I DIDN'T ASK FOR CRITICS! Thanks for the people who aren't rude about it and/or like it for some reason//

You were the one who was always alone. You didn't really like people. In fact, you hated them. All they did was hurt you. No matter what. First your family, then your friends, and even your enemies! No one talked to you. They all ignored you.

Now you live on your own, but you're still in school. You couldn't stand the sudden silence that took over a room if you walked through it in your families house. So you left.

It has gotten to the point where if someone looked at you, you would give them a look that could kill. If they talked to you, you would snap and make a cruel remark at them. You were now just someone who only knew what pain and hate were.

Happy? Joyful? Calm? You didn't know what those words meant. To you, they were frauds that people believed in to make their pathetic lives better. This is why most people knew better than to talk to you.

"Bleeding's the new breathing." You mumbled angrily while walking into your first class. Why did you even bother showing up? Everyone was afraid of you! Hell, even the teachers didn't dare to glance at you. You were just a ghost, a non-existent figure. Just make believe.

Someone you used to be best friends with started this. If you told someone that he was once your best friend, they would not believe it. They would call it bullshit. The only way they would believe if he is the one who would say it. But of course the stupid asshole wouldn't admit to being friends with you. How fucking ironic, as he would say.

He was the first to ignore you. Then, slowly, everyone else left. Weather it was because you weren't friends with the cool kid anymore, or just yourself becoming bitter and sad. After he left, everyone else did, so now you were the bitter and sad loner.

Of course the one who was in all of your classes was the infamous Dave Strider! And of course, he was the first one you noticed. You would just grumble and make your way to the back of the classroom. You noticed that today the teacher was absent, meaning you were probably going to get in trouble.

When there were substitutes they never knew of your behavior so you tended to cause trouble because of them. Most people liked them, but you hated them. She started to call of attendance, "Dave Strider?"

"Sup." He said. Him just speaking one word pissed you off.

"(name) (last name)?"

"Here." You barked, anger already filling you.

"Well that is everyone! Miss (name) would you please put your headphones away?" She asked.

"They are away. In my ears that is." You stated while the teacher began to get irritated.

"Here, let me rephrase. (name), take the headphones out of your ears, and put them in your bag." She irritably responded.

"Make me, bitch." You growled. Everyone else seemed to shrink in their seat. They all knew this would happen, so they braced themselves. The "cool kid" was different, though. He ignored it and laughed on the inside. He found all the anger amusing. He would never show it, though.

"Miss (last name) get up and march yourself down to the office this instant!" She yelled at you. You just stood up and left. You could really care less. They were just going to try and lecture you, call your mom to take you home, and then you would go to your current house. She would take you back to her house then you would walk back to yoor house. It was the only time you really saw your family.

From time to time you saw your brother walking through the halls, or you saw your sister at the super market. Even in those times you don't even mutter a word to the others. You sighed and entered the office.

"Hello, Miss (last name)." The principle sighed. "I won't even bother with the lecture, I'll just go call your mother." He started to walk away.

"Why can't I just go home on my own?" You asked.

"I can't trust you. If I I you walk home, you would probably not show up for hours!"

"Of course I would, I don't fucking live there." You mumbled so he wouldn't here. They would force you to live with your mom since you aren't eighteen.

When your mom came and got you she tried to talk to you. That's when you knew something was wrong. "Well how have you-"

"You have never, and I mean never, tried to fucking talk to me. Just spill the shit and let me move on with my life." You said keeping your gaze locked on the road.

She sighed and parked in front of the house. "Your brother... He's... He's dead, (name)." Tears started to spill from your mothers eyes. Were you sad? Yes. How did you feel? Numb. What did you need to do? Get the hell away before they saw how truly weak you were. The tears started to spill and your mom noticed. She was about to try and hug you but you dashed away.

You and your brother may have not of talked in the past two years but you were once close. You ran like hell for a lot of time. You didn't stop until you ran into someone and landed on the ground. "Watch where the hell you're going." The guy sounded familiar to you.

"Why don't you, you fucking douche!" You barked back while getting up.

"(Name)?" That is when you looked up to see the one and only, Dave Strider. You quickly wiped away your tears and spoke.

"Oh so now he acknowledges me." You growled.

"What the hell are you talking about? And why were you crying?" He asked, keeping a straight face as usual. On the inside though he was worried. You hadn't cried since you were six, the day he met you. He had ran into you, causing you to face-plant onto the concrete ground. The impact had broken your nose. That was also how the two of you became friends. There was a picture of you with a wrapped nose and Dave standing next to you. He came with you to the doctors because he felt bad for breaking your nose.

"I'm talking about the fact that for the last 2 years I was ignored by everyone, including you, Strider."

"There is a reason for that. You didn't answer my other question. Why the hell were you crying?" Most people wouldn't be able to tell what emotion he was feeling, but you knew the guy for 10 years now. He was getting irritated and a bit worried.

"Ha, like you actually care." You said dryly. "Well my answer is, stick your fucking nose somewhere other than my business."
"I don't think I will." He replied keeping his cool demeanor. You glared in his direction.

"Fuck it, fuck you, and fuck everyone! I have to go home." You stormed away only to have your wrist grabbed and you were pulled into a hug.

"Don't fucking struggle and just let down your tough guy act. If you do I'll let my 'cool guy' act down." He said bluntly. You thought about it and then relaxed into the hug and cried your heart out.

"Why? Why is everything falling apart? Why did my family leave me? Why did my friends leave me? Most of all, why did you leave me, Dave?" You silently cried into his shoulder. His grip tightened.

"I was afraid."

"Of what?" You asked pulling away slightly to look at him.

"I was afraid that..." He pulled his shades off and threw the to the side and stared into your eyes. Then he continued, "I was afraid that you would find out that I like you. I thought it would ruin our friendship. I soon figured out that pushing you away ruined what we had, but I was too cool to show. It was just an excuse but it was too late. (Name) (Last Name), I love you. Could you ever forgive me?"

"Dave. I... I'm sorry but no. I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive you." You pushed away from him lightly and wiped at your eyes. It was no use. The tears were still coming. "The last 2 years have been hell. And it all started with you."

"(Name), please.." He pleaded, grabbing onto your wrist. You pulled away from his grip. A few moments of silence passed while you stood standing away from him with tears falling onto the concrete floor under you.

"I'm sorry, Dave..." You whispered. Then you were off.

~~~ Dave's POV

You ran a hand through your hair as you watched her run away. "Fucking... Shit!" You punched at a concrete wall next to you. With your bangs covering your eyes, blooded knuckles and tears streaming down your face, you turned around and headed home. Looks like nothing was getting better after all.

~~~ Normal POV

It was maybe an hour or two later, you were standing on a hill ready to lave. You turned around one last time, looked down over the town that you once called home. Memories, good and bad, came flooding through. With a broken smile you gripped your bag tighter and turned away. "This is goodbye. To this town. To my family. To Dave. To everyone. TO my life."

With that, you were on your way. Not looking back. Fuck this life. You are no longer (Name), you are now (Pick a name). And this day is the start of your new life.

//cheesy ending I did in 5 minutes wooh//