Tsukihina: Omegaverse

Chapter 13: Freedom

WARNING! MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION AND SUICIDE!

Tsukishima's POV:

I walked past Hinata, pretending not to care. But my heart ached. 

"Tsukki, what happened? Why is Hinata with that guy?" Yamaguchi asked, tugging slightly on my sleeve. 

"It's none of your business. I'm going home first. I don't feel well." I said, my eyes looking straight. Yamaguchi stayed quiet. 

I got my bag and headed out of school, then walked to a nearby park. I put on my headphones and played some music. Damn it, I was so naive. Hinata wasn't forced to go with him. He chose to go with him. He didn't want to be with me anymore. He even tried to avoid me. How stupid of me, thinking I was special to him. 

It was time to let go. 

....

(Timeskip to 2 months later)

Hinata's POV:

I got out of bed and looke at my haggard self in the mirror. Every day felt dreadful. Having to obey Atsumu's "requests", having to fake loving him. I was disgusted at myself. "Sho-chan, breakfast is ready!" Atsumu called. I quickly put on a smile and got out of the bathroom to greet him. "Morning, Atsumu-san!" I greeted. 

I was tired of living like this. I was tired of school. Tired of myself. Tired of life. Maybe it would be better if I was gone. Tsukishima would no longer be in danger. I would be free. 

Freedom. 

Ah, what bliss. Freedom was something I could no longer imagine. And for the first time in months, I felt my lips curl with a smile. A genuine smile. 

I had finally found a way out. 

...

Third person POV:

Atsumu had been relaxed enough to let Hinata do things by himself. He was sure that Hinata was his. Hinata quickly got up from the lunch table. "I need to go to the toilet." he said, smiling at Atsumu. 

When Hinata reached the toilet, he dropped his smile. Finally, alone. He took out a knife he had sneaked in from the kitchen. Then he made a slit on his wrist.

The pain didn't hurt. It felt refreshing. For once, he could finally feel something. He watched as the blood oozed out and dripped onto the floor. Then he made another cut. And another. 

The heard the toilet door open, but he didn't care. He was in bliss. Soon, he would be free from this horrid life. 

"Hinata!" A voice called out. 

Who was that? It felt strangely familiar, but he didn't know who. The knife was yanked out of his hand. Hinata collapsed from the blood loss, his head spinning, but someone stopped him. 

Stop. Stop it. Leave me alone. 

Hinata heard something shouting in the distant. His vision went blur, and then he smiled. "It's going to be okay." Hinata said, mostly for himself to hear. Then he blacked out. 

Tsukishima's POV:

I quickly picked up Hinata in my arms and ran out of the toilet, yelling at Yamaguchi to call the ambulance. Yamaguchi took one look at Hinata, then quickly whipped out his phone. I ran to the nurse's office, and she quickly set Hinata down and started applying first aid to stop the wounds from bleeding. 

I panted. My shirt and hands were stained with blood. I sat down on a chair, putting my head in my hands. I should've paid more attention to him. 

I should've noticed his cries for help. I should've came earlier. I should've helped him. I should've clung onto him even when he asked me to let go. 

Stupid ego. You idiot, Kei. You idiot. 

What was I going to do if Hinata left? Despite telling myself to let go, I still loved him all this time. 

The heard the ambulance in the distance. I jumped up, and the nurse quickly rolled his bed to outside the school, where the paramedics were getting out equipment. They pushed Hinata into the ambulance, and I got in with Yamaguchi and the nurse. 

Timeskip to after Hinata was in the ER (A/N: Help I'm crying)

I waited outside, trying to calm my heart down. This was so unlike me. I had never been so anxious before. 

Yamaguchi placed a hand on my shoulder. "He'll be fine. He's a strong one, isn't he?" 

Soon, Kageyama and the rest of the volleyball team ran in. "Tsukishima! Yamaguchi! How's Hinata?" Daichi asked worriedly. "They're treating him right now." Yamaguchi answered when I stayed quiet. 

Sugawara grabbed my hand. "Let's go get you washed up." he said, looking down at the dried-up blood. 

"Yeah." 

We headed to a nearby sink. I turned on the tap, washing out the blood. "Tsukishima, are you okay?" Suga asked. "Fine as I'll ever be." I mumbled. 

"He'll get through this. I'm sure of it." Suga said firmly. I tensed up. Would he?

"He was bleeding a lot." I said, my throat closing off. "Tsukishima, don't think about that. You got him here, didn't you? He's being treated right now, because you were there." Suga said. 

I turned off the tap. 

I could've stopped it from happening. If I'd noticed earlier that Hinata was in pain, I could've helped him. But being the selfish person I was, I ignored him. I thought I was the one in pain.

"You did what you could, Tsukishima." 

Right. I could've done more. 

"It wasn't your fault."

No, it was all my fault. 

"Stop it. I know you're hating yourself for leaving him. But you were in pain, too, weren't you? You quit volleyball because of him. You closed yourself up." Sugawara said.

Then Sugawara's phone rang. He answered it, to hear Daichi's voice. "Hinata is ...."