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“I don’t know what to do…” Akaashi whispered.
His room was quiet, sickeningly quiet. The curtains were pooled, blocking out the street light in front of his window. The once vibrant colors of his room from his younger days were changed to become duller. Blacks, greys, and navy blues covered his once pastel blue and yellow room.
The small colors in his room were all gifts from friends, mostly Bokuto-San.
Bokuto-San. Akaashi could have sworn Bokuto-San loved him. Why else would he confess? Why else would they have dated for a year before Kenma sent him a picture of his boyfriend making out with Kuroo? Kenma was heartbroken as well. His crush was found by his friend's boyfriend. Who wouldn’t be a mess in that case?
Akaashi was prone to self-destructive thoughts and actions. The feeling of metal breaking his skin was a distant feeling, Bokuto-San always calming him down before it got to that point. But now, Akaashi sat with blood gushing down his wrist as it made a pool on the floor. Except there wasn’t enough blood. He needed more. More. More.
Akaashi felt his vision become fuzzy and his ears rang. The blood started to dance around him. He started to freak out, realizing he may die soon. He didn’t want to die, just needed to stop the emotional pain from taking a toll on his body.
“Someone. Anyone. Please. Help me,” Akaashi pleaded into the darkness surrounding his vision.
His parents were never home. Honestly, it could be weeks before someone found his body. Akaashi grabbed his phone and with the last bit of strength called Sugawara.
“Hello?”
“H- Help,” Akaashi could barely hear his voice with how everything seemed muddy and distant.
“Akaashi? What happened? Where are you.”
“Blo-lood. Home.”
“I’m calling an ambulance and rushing over now alright.”
Akaashi was never able to answer as his body hit the ground and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He knew Suga was screaming as his body hit the ground with a sickening crack.
Akaashi heard sirens at one point along with seeing a flashlight blinding his eyes but his body felt weak and heavy.
Days passed and Akaashi was stuck looking out of a window while sitting in a white room smelling of bleach. His wrist was locked to his bed to make sure he doesn’t harm himself in any way while his left arm had a sling.
His left shoulder had been dislocated with the fall. They were able to relocate it, but Akaashi was stuck in an itchy sling that rubbed his skin in all the wrong places. He wasn’t allowed visitors nor his phone so Akaashi had no idea what was happening around him.
Honestly, Akaashi wished he never called for help. His friends don’t deserve him. His family doesn’t care about him. His boyfriend obviously doesn’t love him.
Akaashi was simply a pretty boy with no true friends. Only had friends because he was a good setter and pretty looking.
Honestly, how could he even be pretty? His stomach was pudgy, his cheeks fatty. He was shorter than most guys, and no girl wanted a short guy. He wasn’t built like Bokuto.
He was simply Akaashi Keiji.
And he had no idea what to do with life.
“Akaashi-Kun?”
Akaashi looked up to see a ginger woman, his nurse.
“Yes?”
“You are welcome to go home today.”
“Have I had any visitors since I came here?”
“Besides a man by the name of Sugawara, no.”
“Oh…”
“Were you expecting someone?”
“I was hoping, but he obviously doesn’t love me.”
“Then forget about those who are willing to easily throw you away. Stay with the few who truly wanted to be with you.”
“Thank you,” Akaashi whispered, “That means a lot.”
“Your welcome. Follow me so we can discharge you.”
“Thank you, but um could you uncuff me?”
“Oh silly me.”
Akaashi’s wrists were freed and he rolled them around before doing simply wrist stretches he knew for volleyball. His feet silently glided next to the women. The cold hospital floors were a shock on his socked feet.
He hoped he was getting new clothes and his shoes back. Or his phone so could phone someone.
“What are you planning on doing today,” The nurse asked.
“I don’t know what to do…”