Mania | Yandere Oikawa

chapter thirteen

what a plot twist you were

Trigger Warnings - attempted suicide ( hinted ), self-harm, suicide ideation, panic attack, trauma, locking up mentally ill pateint agasint their will, suffocation ( hinted ), self-muilation, described blood, drugging someone agasint their will, needles, mental illness, described vioence , abandoment, abuse & neglect ( hinted ), bipolar disorder, child abuse ( hinted ).
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Tooru Oikawa was diagnosed with Bipolar Type 1 Disorder after being hospitalized at the young age of fourteen. He didn't recall anything other than waking up in an unknown place - frightened. He remembered gasping for air, unable to breathe, clawing at his throat as it would have somehow opened up to allow air through. Looked down at his scratched-up arms that were bloody and bruised in utter disarray. His vision was blurry, he couldn't see well through his tears. He didn't understand.

He was so terrified. He felt hands suddenly on him. They were delicate but he felt like they were trying to harm him. He began to fail around trying to force them away, but they started to grip him harder. He felt the hands push him onto a stiff surface, then a sudden piercing pain bloomed in his shoulder. What was happening?

A sense of calmness filled his veins. His head felt hazy, his fists unraveled themselves. He started to hear voices around him; he picked out a woman crying loudly nearby. In two minutes, he was out, and the last thing he heard was the woman.

He found out later the woman was his mother watching him being tranquilized by nurses holding him down. He was sitting on his hospital bed under the flimsy, green blanket, feeling spaced out and exhausted. He was taking a lot of sedating medications at the moment. His brown-haired mother looked utterly tired. Her hair was frizzed up, and dark bags were under her doe brown eyes. She was sitting on the white chair across from him, the naturally lighting radiating around them.

"I was worried about you Tooru. What were you thinking?" Her usual soothing voice was sharp like a knife. He didn't understand what she was talking about. He still didn't understand what he was doing here. All he could pick up was that he was in a hospital of some sort. "Why were you in the middle of the street at night? You could have gotten killed by a car! What happened? Did you do that to yourself?" Her questions flooded into his head. It was too much for him.

Tears fell down his face. Nobody told him other than vague pieces of information. His head was hurting; he didn't know how to talk for some reason. It was like someone cut out his vocal cords, silencing him from the world.

His mother just stared at him in bewilderment. A woman that was wearing similar clothes to the nurse that came in when he woke up, came into his room. She had pitch black hair and dark-colored eyes, different compared to his morning nurse. Her name tag read, Suzuki.

"We included that this was most likely a manic episode caused by a traumatic event in your son's life. We also theorize that he was trying to harm himself fatally last night due to the inflicted injuries." The tall woman expressed, gazing down at her white clipboard. It seemed to have all the answers to what happened.

I mean she did tell him, but he had no recollection of that happening. There had to be more. He glanced back at his mom, her face seemed to be mortified. "Well, I wouldn't call it traumatic. But, my husband, Tooru's father, left three months ago. But, I don't see how this would cause a manic episode like this."

"I would like to speak with you in private, to discuss the matters more." The nurse declared after a few moments of silence. They both left the room leaving Oikawa unattended. Oikawa didn't get any more information until a week later.

The whole week he was under intensive care by the nurses in the hospital he was in. He later learned it was a mental hospital, that was transferred too later into the night when they found him. There was a psychiatrist he would see every single day for an hour. He didn't even recall what they talked about, but the questions were all about what he thought about.