Tourette's || KuroKen

chapter 14 - morning run

2:56 AM

Kenma's eyes fluttered open, they felt tired and dry. Under his eyes felt puffy, was he crying? He slowly shifted around, flipping onto the other side of his body. He realized he was on a couch with a nice heavy blanket on top of him. He dragged his arms next to his sides to pull him up. Kenma sat up and looked around the house, forgetting that he was in Kuroo's father's house. His eyes drooped, what was he doing last night? Why was he this exhausted?

Kenma looked out the sliding door, it was dark outside. Realizing it was early in the morning, too early, he laid back down and drifted off to sleep, feeling like he was forgetting something.

3:05 AM

All of a sudden Kenma jumped up, gasping for air. He knew what had happened, realizing it and woke up.

He looked around in a panic, everything came back to him in a flash. His mother was in the hospital dying, and he was at a friends house enjoying himself. Tears breeched his eyelids, slowly one dropped out onto his cheek. Quickly he got up and looked around in a panic, he searched for his phone. Throwing the blanket, tearing apart the neatly made couch.

"I need to go," Kenma breathed, "I need to go to the hospital."

He frantically searched everywhere in the room, tearing open the couch, looking all through the kitchen, but still couldn't find it.

"Damnit!" He yelled, scratching at his head. "Why am I here?" His voice cracked.

Kenma slowly walked over by the couch and slid down onto the floor. He clawed at his hair, pushing it in front of his face, one single tear slipped out, rolling down his face.

"I'm sorry," He trembled.

Kenma put his weight on his knee and stood up. He dragged his foot in front of the other and started walking towards the hallway. Once getting to the start of the hallway, it looked like it started stretching, getting longer by the second. Leaning against the wall, he stumbled down the hallway. Making it to the front door, he turned the lock and opened the door. A cool breeze hit him, the early morning air circled through his lungs.

"I'm coming."

Kenma took one step outside only to realize his feet were bare. The cement was cold, freezing the souls of his feet. He slid his hand off the door handle and started walking down the pathway, making his way to the sidewalk.

He inhaled the cold air once more, making his lungs burn. Kenma started running down the sidewalk, his breathing hitched quickly, he wasn't fond of exercise, even though how thin he was.

His eyes started to water from the breeze, snot started to seep out of his nose. Shortly his watery eyes became full of tears, not from the coldness, but from how sad and tired he was. He was full of regret, leaving his mother's side.

Some time went by, his legs started to slow down, his breath was out of control. No clue where he was or direction he faced, he was completely lost in a neighborhood.

"No no no!" He groaned.

Kenma's feet felt scratched up, dirty too. Not to mention the cuts that were still on his knees and hands from the glass shattering last night.

He desperately tried to calm himself down, he had no phone, shoes, or sense of direction at this point. It was sometime after three in the morning and he was wandering around a neighborhood, probably looking like a psychopath.

Soon Kenma gave up, walking towards a tree and sitting against it. He pulled his knees close to him and wrapped his arms around them, feeling like everything was falling apart. Small tears dropped down his face, falling onto his thighs. Quickly those tears stopped, he felt numb, no tears came out.