What Am I? (Yandere Simulator Love Story)

Forty Four: Depression and Self Harm

Amaya's POV

I woke up around 1 in the afternoon and I decided to get dressed to see my siblings. But when I got to the hospital, the nurse told me that visiting hours ended early on the weekends. "But I really have to see them. They're my siblings." I told her.

"I understand that, Miss. But visiting hours are over. You can come back tomorrow before 1 o'clock in the afternoon." She said.

"Okay... Thank you, anyway." I said. I left the hospital, going back home. Once I was home, I got the mail, entered the house, closed the door, and locked it. I got a bottle of water out from the refrigerator and looked at the mail.

I got two letters from Mujo Kina and Mido Rana. Mujo's letter said, he hopes I feel better and come see him in the infirmary if I ever need to talk about something. I thought it was sweet how he looked after me. It tells me how much he cares.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to read Mido's letter. He kind of scared me yesterday. I wasn't sure if I even wanted to open the letter. I decided to leave it be for now.

I felt too depressed to do anything. When the doorbell rang, I answered. "Hi, Amaya!" Hanakõ greeted. "Hey." I said back, depressingly. "Are you okay? You don't look so well." He mentioned. "I'm just feeling a bit down today." I said.

"But you shouldn't feel down!"

"Hanakõ... My siblings are in the hospital, so you can kind of guess why I'm feeling down."

"Oh my gosh! I forgot! I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay. You don't have to-"

"I'm sorry!" I gasped as Hanakõ suddenly hugged me, a little too hard. He accidentally knocked both of us down onto the couch. "I'm really sorry, Amaya! I didn't mean to make you feel even more upset! Please forgive me! I'll do anything! I'm so sorry!" He apologized over and over.

I glanced at him emotionlessly and sighed. I wasn't expecting him to overreact like this. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned about Ayano and Yan-kun being in the hospital. "Hanakõ... Please stop apologizing. It's fine." I said.

"Are you sure?" He asked, looking up at me with those cute eyes of his. "It's really fine. But right now, I just want to be left alone." I said. "Oh... okay. Again, I'm really sorry." He apologized again. "You have nothing to apologize for." I said.

Hanakõ and I sat up and he hugged me again. I gently hugged him back and he left, telling me to feel better.

Hanakõ's POV

I really wanted to spend the day with Amaya. But if she's not feeling up to it, I understand. But I feel really bad for what happened to her siblings. I guess if my brother and sister fell into a coma and was taken to the hospital, I would feel pretty upset, too.

Aso's POV

"Come on, Aso! Pick up the pace!" Aunt Kyoshi called as we, along with Asu, were in our backyard. I swam faster in the pool, trying to beat my practice record. "Put your back into it, Aso!" Asu yelled as I swam faster.

When I reached the end of the pool, I panted heavily as Aunt Kyoshi stopped the timer. "Not good enough, Aso! Do it again!" She yelled. I sighed before smoothing my hair back. "Can I take a break, Aunt Kyoshi? I'm dying here." I said.

"Fine... Fifteen minute break!" Aunt Kyoshi said before going inside. "What's got you so distracted, brother? You're usually faster than that." Asu mentioned. "Get off my back, Sis," I got out of the pool and walked over to the bench, grabbing my towel.

"Hey, did you hear about what happened to Amaya's brother and sister?" I said as I dried my face. "How could I not hear about it? The whole school's been talking about it." She mentioned. I didn't reply as I thought about what Amaya was going through.

"I'm gonna head by Amaya's house and see how she's doing. With everything going on, I'm sure she needs a friend right now." I said. I got dressed and headed over to Amaya's place.

"Amaya? It's Aso. Can I come in?" I asked as I knocked on her door. I didn't hear an answer. "Hello? Amaya, are you home?" I asked, knocking on her door again. I went to open her door, expecting it to be locked, but to my surprise, the door was unlocked.

"Hello? Anybody here?" I called as I walked into her house. "Hello?" I looked down the hallway as I saw a light on in the bathroom. "Amaya, are you here? Your door was unlocked, so I just let myself in. I hope you don't mind." I said.

"Amaya?" The door was cracked open, so I slowly opened it. I gasped when I found Amaya on the floor with blood pouring out of her wrist. A pair of scissors rested beside her as the tip was covered in blood. "Amaya!"

I quickly got on my knees and picked her up. "Amaya! Hey, can you hear me? Amaya, wake up!" I said, shaking her. I got out my phone and dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Yes, I need an ambulance right away! Please hurry!"

Once the ambulance showed up, an oxygen mask was placed over her mouth and nose as she was carried out of her house on a stretcher. I got in the ambulance with Amaya and she was taken to the hospital.

"Hang in here, Amaya. You're going to be okay." I said as I grasped her hand with both hands.

Once we got to the ambulance, Amaya was taken to the emergency room as I eagerly waited in the lobby.

I waited for about twenty minutes until the doctor came up to me, explaining Amaya's condition as he told me she was going to be fine.

"Do you know what could've caused her to cut her own wrist?" I asked him. "Well, these kind of things are pretty common. Situations like these usually brought on by stress or depression." He explained. "Depression?" I repeated.

"Yeah. "

Amaya must be depressed about her brother and sister being in the hospital. What else could explain her reason of cutting her wrist? Can I see her?" I asked. "Yeah, go on ahead." The doctor said.

He lead me to the room Amaya was held in and saw her asleep on the bed. I walked over to her and sat down beside her. "Amaya..." She opened her eyes and slowly looked at me. "I'm so sorry... Please... don't do something like that again... You scared me back there..." I said.

Amaya's POV

I looked at Aso as he laid there beside me. 'I still... feel nothing...' I thought. Mom... I don't think I'll ever change. I think... I'll forever remain emotionless.