Dave Strider

Dave was standing infront of the bathroom mirror, blood gushing from his nose and dropping from a cut on his cheek, along with the knuckles on his left hand. He had just gotten into another fight with his older brother, Bro, and Dave punched the wall of the bathroom in anger and stress of the current events in his life. He felt empty, sad, angry, and overwhelmed. Dave was never usually the type of guy to be like this, he had to keep up with his 'cool guy' persona, but Bro would always ruin his good mood, whether thst meant abusing him mentally, emotionally, or even physically on most cases. This has always happend since he was young, and Dave was really starting to lose himself due to it. The only people who knew were his boyfriend: John, and his friends Rose and Jade. Once cleaning up his nose and the other wounds, Dave realized he really needed to talk to someone, and he Decided to Call John. Once walking into his bedroom, he went on his horribly cracked phone, and called John.. no answer. He called again, no answer, once again, no. Answer. Dave was a little confused, because usually within the first few rings of his phone when calling John, he would pick up. He decided to text John.

"John?" "Please Answer..."

Again, no answer. Dave was at a loss right now, he really REALLY needed to talk to someone out of fear thst if he doesn't he might end up hurting himself. Then just a moment later, he saw John typing.