Old 2021 Oneshots

Guilty.

"You could've done something"

"I know. I wish I did,"

"Why didn't you? You knew something was wrong."

These thoughts filled his head every night.

Every night they would torture his mind. It all felt so real.

Every night,  more of the pale skin became red.

Every night, the beautiful brown eyes that normally shone with happiness welled up with tears.

Every day, after the door was shut and locked, he would break down.

His eyes lost all emotions, as they were all fake.

He needed to be happy.

The silver collided with the paleness of his skin.

He deserves this.He killed them.

He killed them all.

His mother was sickly, he knew this.

They couldn't afford the treatment because Hinata wouldn't get a job.

She died in his arms.

He had to watch, and feel, his own mother go limp in his arms. She never loved him, but he never wanted her to die.

"I hate you, Shouyou. You could've helped"

Her last words.

He was supposed to have a sister, but she went missing while playing outside.

She came home, on the edge of death.

There were deep cuts all over her small, fragile body.

She died later. She took her own life, despite being so young.

She was only 10.

His dad hated him.

There was nobody else to care for him or for him to give care to. He knew his wife hated him, but him and his wife were a happy couple. Natsu was the favorite child, obviously.

And now that they were both gone?

Nobody could help him.

He snapped, beating his son.

He was so overwhelmed by so many different emotions he just wanted to hurt someone.

Hinata had enough.

And, one day, after being beaten,

He stabbed his father. 

He watched the life drain from his eyes that were once filled with burning hatred and rage. He listened as he screamed. He listened to the noises of the knife being ripped out of the body and stabbed back in.

He was laughing.

Now, his whole family was dead.

And all, in their last moments,

Felt hatred towards the boy.

The poor 16 year old boy. His orange hair stained with blood and the reflection of his father's dead body in his eyes.

He went into his room, finishing his laughing fit.

After calming down, he realized what he did and guilt consumed him.

Hinata dialed a number on his phone.

It rang 4 times before someone answered.

"Hello?" It was Sugawara.

"I- uhm- Suga- "

His voice broke as he had been crying.

"What is it, Hinata? I'm a bit busy."

"I killed him, Suga. I'm scared. I didn't want to.."

The line went silent. He knew this would happen.

"...This is a joke, right?"

"I wish.."

Did he want help?

"But, life is a cruel joke in itself. We were made to entertain someone. Someone who likes seeing others suffer. Suga-San, my mother died in my arms. She said it was my fault. My sister died next to me, she was kidnapped and tortured. My dad beat me and I snapped. I stabbed him. It's sick, huh?"

"You.. stabbed someone"

"Yeah, I guess so aha"

He hung up.

He no longer held any guilt.

He deserved it. Hinata deserved everything that came to him and he deserved to do what he wanted.

He ran. 

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I have no idea how i came up with this-