Scars || T. Oikawa Spin-off

14| Aftermath

   My eyes flutter open as I'm met with an incredibly bland ceiling. Still groggy, I turn to my side, blinking a few times. When my eyes adjust, I see another up-lift bed, but it's not Hanako's. This one has blue bedsheets with an anime girl body pillow. 

   "Huh!?" I sound, realizing that I'm not in my own bed. I shoot up, hitting my head really hard on the ceiling, "God damn it," I mumble to myself, rubbing my head with my hand. 

   When I catch a glimpse of my arms, I freeze, my heart racing out of my chest. The events of last night and the past few days come crashing down on me like a plane that fell from 10,000 feet in the air. 

   My gaze turns to my left wrist, noticing a bandage wrapped around the cut. I trace my fingers over it, an image of Sato flashing through my mind. 

   "Shit," I whisper, hopping down from the bed, tugging down my sleeves, and running out of the room. This boy should feel special. I didn't even run when I was on the volleyball team. 

   I rush past everyones' rooms, stopping in the commons. I see Sato chopping up a watermelon and struggling tremendously. 

   I stand frozen. I try to speak a few times, but no words come out. Without realizing it, I cling to my bandages, wincing when I apply too much pressure. 

   Sato's eyes immediately dart in my direction, dropping the kitchen knife on the counter. He's obviously shocked by my sudden appearance but collects himself. "Good morning," he greets with a small, forced smile. 

   For some reason, that pisses me off, "Don't act like nothing happened yesterday and like everything's fine," I growl, glaring at the blue-haired boy. He's in a white tank-top and shorts, his hair up in his usual bun. 

   He probably thinks differently of me now.

   Sato's smile quickly turns into a frown, "I wasn't sure if you were ready to talk about it just yet," he speaks with his kind and gentle voice. 

   I clench my jaw and fists, "Of course I'm not, but I don't really have a choice now," I snarl, my voice cracking at the end. 

   Sato gives me a warm, genuine smile, leaving the watermelon on the counter and sitting on one of the island chairs, "Of course you have a choice. You don't have to tell me anything unless you're comfortable with it," he says, causing a warm feeling to bubble up inside of me. 

   I hesitantly take a seat next to him, telling him everything, and when I say everything, I mean everything. The story of how my parents died, my uncle abusing me for my entire life, my aunt blaming it on me, and even N/n and volleyball. He sat there quietly, listening to every word that fell from my mouth with great care. 

   "I'm a terrible person, Sato. This is just me reaping what I've sown," I state with hatred in my eyes, gazing at the ground. I hate myself...so much. 

   Sato's frown deepens, "Mia, no one deserves that. You don't deserve to put yourself through pain... Please, I know I'm asking a lot, and it isn't really my place to say anything, but please stop. Please don't hurt yourself." 

   I let out a small, resentful chuckle, "You're right. It isn't your place. I can't be fixed. I'm far too broken for any redemption now." 

   Sato pauses for a moment before responding, "Broken...but not beyond repair," he says with his head held high and his gaze glued to my eyes. 

   I glance up at him with shocked orbs, looking back down with a sad frown, "Aren't you optimistic," I mock, clenching onto my dirty and torn pants. I can only imagine how much of a mess I look like.