Oikawa rolls up his other sleeve, holding the knife to a clean wrist, making a cut straight across, making more and more up his whole arm, blood practically pouring from.
He digs the knife into some of the cuts, almost stabbing himself it seems, shaking uncontrollably, dropping the knife with legs giving out again, falling onto the ground, clothes being soaked in the blood from arms, trying to get up, but is too weak, having to drag self to room, leaving a long trail of warm red blood behind.
He doesn't care if the carpets stain, or if is in pain. He manages to get to feet, dropping dirty and stained clothes on the floor and changing into something clean, although it gets blood on it almost instantly, as he isn't bothered to bandage arms up or anything.
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The next day at school, Oikawa almost immediately rushed to the bathrooms, locking self in a stall and throwing up into toilet, body trying to get rid of all the pills that took, uniform already stained red, sweating and shaky, feeling lightheaded and dizzy.
He can't stop throwing up, he just sits there and keeps vomiting into the toilet, shaking worse and worse, arms stinging, starting to cry, making eyes burn and go red.
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When Oikawa finally stops, he gets to his feet shakily, legs almost giving out the second that stands up, fumbling out of bathroom stall, using anything that can to prevent self from falling over.
Everything is going black, he can barely see anything. Oikawa falls unconscious, landing on bathroom floor with a loud thud, eyes barely slitted open, arms twitching ever so slightly as lays on the ground.
After a while, Oikawa regains consciousness, he gets up off the floor, almost slipping and hitting his head but manages to keep footing, gasping for air as he makes way to classroom, limp in step getting worse, blood seeping through both of sleeves, shoulder down to wrist, still leaving a small blood trail behind.
Oikawa walks into his classroom, ignoring all the stares at this point, but still has a lingering heaviness in his chest, going over to his desk and sitting down, staring at front of the classroom as if he is a corpse, rarely blinking, breaths soft, yet short.
He ignores the sharp pain through both of arms and throughout his leg, almost in tears but is managing to keep them back, mind starting to fixate itself onto Iwaizumi, wondering if he's okay..
K I'm sorry this is a short chapter just because I'm lazy and I have no inspiration lolol so imma try a different perspective I guess? I forget what it's called but oH WELL SEE YA
