Davekat

Karkat's p.o.v

            Running was all I really knew. I ran through the woods , trying to escape those who were chasing me. I never knew who they were, yet I know their faces. I learned to stay away from them, but if I ever see them coming near me, id run. I always knew escape was futile, yet I tried anyway. 

 I tripped over a branch, and fell face first in the dirt. I tried to stand, just to fall back to the ground from a swift kick to the stomach. I lay on the ground with three towering figures above me.  Though I don't know who they are, I know they are a few years older than me. 

They began adding on to the collection of bruises I had on my already damaged body. I've become numb to this feeling, so I just lay there expressionless, not letting them know the pain I was in. soon the will become tired of this and leave, as they do any other day.

Once they leave, I lay on the ground, torn clothes, beaten and bruised. yet I stay unfazed by it all and just look to the sky. There have been many times when I look through the trees and the clouds and pretend I am flying.

I guess that's quite silly isn't it?