Five fingers dreadfully hanging on to your life. You looked down at the void, your body was aching, and your palms were sweating, your hearts racing.Four....
You have to hang on.
Three...
Maybe if you let go it will be all over.
Two..
You're losing your grip.
One.
You looked down at the void once more, this time, the void stared back at you.
"(Y/N)!!!!!"
You woke up on the floor, apparently your comforter and pillows followed you down. The glossy wooden floor was iced cold, your hands were freezing and your head was pounding. You got up, grabbed on to the edge of the bed to support yourself when you heard your mom bombarding into the room, like a giant walking into their territory.
"YOUR WERE SUPPOSE TO WAKE UP AT 7AM TO HELP ME WITH MY WORK, ITS 8 AND LOOK AT YOURSELF, YOU'RE A MESS!"
Agitated, she pulled you up from the floor, slapped you and pushed you causing one of your items from your side table to drop, breaking it into millions of pieces. Your heart fell into millions of shattered parts as the item broke to pieces of glass and lumber.
"Don't show your feelings"
Your mom walked out of the room without caring about it.
"You better get prepared, (Y/N). I'm not done with you"
Your head was down the whole time, but you did not cry, more like you could not. You stood up, looking at the pieces on the floor behind you, you went to freshen up.
That item was a music box with a glass bird in the middle, the bird was rather huge, it was bulky but you liked it anyway. It was from someone special you have been admiring for some time, you had to imagine his light grey hair and hazel eyes, how they always, always reflecting yours and how you get lost in those eyes.
Nevertheless, it was gone now.
"I will clean it up later, I think" you said to yourself
You looked at yourself in the mirror, you had brown eyes, black hair with a mid-fringe pulled back to your ear and a red mark on your left cheek.
You washed your face, comb your hair and put on a white oversized sweater and skinny black jeans.
It was summer, but you still wore a sweater. Why perhaps?
To hide the scars your mom gave you.
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Nope I'm not getting you guys depressed I swear to god.
Hope you guys liked the first chapter, I hope your eyes didn't bleed when you read it
Chapter 2 is coming out soon?
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Bittersweet Symphony || Haikyuu Sugawara x Reader
FanfictionDISCLAIMER: I do not own these Haikyuu characters used. Your broken. Your numb. Feeling nothing even the little things in life, how can a light-grey, hazel eyes fix your life?