Karasuna's Neutral Student

Chapter 8: nightmares. again.

I got back to the room and I was greeted with suga worrying like a mother. Oh god. I slowly start walking back out the door.

"HASHIRA!", Hinata yells and then the team comes and invades my personal space asking questions and overall worrying.

"I'm fine you guys!", I say happily,"I got mugged but I out ran them so I'm good!"

"Chibi-Chan needs to be more responsible, and rest.", Tsukishima states looking down at me with his usual cold expression.

I end up having to calm down Suga and Asahi because they just couldn't seem to stop worrying, after they calmed down I went ahead and set my my sleeping bag in the far corner of the room away from anyone.

We need some peace, although I don't think just sleeping in the corner is going to grant me that.

"HARA!", what did I say?

I turn around and look up at Hinata.

"What is it?", I ask curiously.

I stare into his eyes to see them dilate quiet a lot. We stare into each others eyes and our expressions show that were only focused on each other's eyes. He then coughs and looks away and blushes a bit.

"Um. .... nothing! Never mind!", he then trots back to his own sleeping set up.

Oooookkkkk????

I finish setting up and I cover my bag in locks that I only know.

"What the hell?", Tsukishima looks down on my bag.

I shrug, "Safety precautions."

"It's not like anyone is gonna go through your stuff."

"Well what if they do?"

"Then they'll be annoyed by all the locks."

"No shit sherlock.", I let out a light hearted laugh.

It's silent for awhile until Yamaguchi speaks up, "Hey Hara are you really okay??", he says.

"Let me answer you with a question. If you two are always together, and you are Yamaguchi does that make..", I point at Tsukishima,"You Tsukki - Prada?", I hold in my laugh.

Stifled laughs go about the room from the remark.

"Yup, you're good!", Yamaguchi smiles.

And Tsukishima well.... he doesn't look impressed hehe...

"Night!", I say smiley widely and looking directly into Tsukki's eyes,they widen and dilate a tiny bit.

I slam myself into my sleeping bag and curl up into a ball like a cat and squish myself into the corner walls. Nice and secure.

I drift off into a nightmare filled sleep once again.

*In the dream*

"Nobody knows the real you, even you don't know the real you. Sure volleyball is the one thing you can fit in with. But if you truly discover yourself. You'll completely shatter."

The massive mirror room around me shatters and I'm left in the darkness.

"Abel?", I say quietly out loud in the darkness to find no response.

I start walking through the darkness and end up in my first encounter with another child.

I was five and I was with two small boys. One had spiker hair and a love for bugs, the other has brown hair and a love for aliens and volleyball.

It was when I first tried to escape, I made friends with them both immediately. I had short red-brown hair back then and my eyes were light purple. My eyes have changed through the years and change depending on what I'm feeling. My lilac eyes had a dull glow and those two cheered me up.

Then a voice came out,
"You left them."

The memory shatters and I reach out only to cut my hand on a piece of memory glass.

The bloods not stopping.

Make it stop. Please! STOP! I go to put my other hand over top to aply pressure when I realize I can't feel it.

Fuck no. Nonononononoo. God dammit. I the turn and find an axe come down and chop through my arm-

"HASHIRA!", I jolt away and bash my head with someone. I immediately hold my head and curl into a ball.

"Please. Don't. No. Please.", I say my voice clearly broken, I'm having flash backs go through my eyes, their colors changing rapidly. I feel someone grip my hands and my vision is starting to clear up but the colors in my eyes still rapidly changing. My hands are removed from my face and I hear a few gasps go around. I can't see. I can't see! I look around rapidly as I only see memories but not who the gasps are from.

"Please don't!", I yell out mostly to myself, "I can't I can't I can't I can't! ", I yell seeing the visions of myself killing others with cold eyes.

I then stop shaking and freeze. My eyes settle on a dull lilac grey. My surroundings clear up to blurry faces. My face is emotionless, my eyes like a dead fish.

"But I already did.", I say emotionlessly and dully.

My vision clears up and I see Kageyama gripping my wrists with a shocked face. Oh ya.... they haven't seen this face.

"Hashira....", he says gently, still shocked.

I look into his eyes and I see emotions. The teams surrounds as I just stare at him.

I pull my arms away and look down closing my eyes, calming myself down. I look up and give an apologetic smile,

"Sorry! Did I wake everyone again?"

I look around, "By the way what time is it?", I ask changing the subject, my voice completely back to normal as if nothing happened.

"It's 4 in the morning.", Daichii says and and huff, "Now just how often do you have those nightmares?"

I loo up at him and I stand up along with everyone else,
"Uhhh...", I start to think, "I've had nightmares every few weeks, but it's been a nightly thing lately."

I say keeping my voice light-hearted.