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It Would Have Happened Another Day, if Not in April // 🥀 Bakugou Katsuki x R.

It Would Have Happened Another Day, if Not in April

bakugou katsuki

warning: angst, depressing/triggering themes

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It would have happened another day, if not in April. The 9th, to be exact. The weather was never cold, especially near May. But it wasn't hot either. Humidity was something that many despised but where she lived, such thing didn't exist. It made the scenery perfect for walks on the shoreline or picnics in the nearby park. She could almost imagine the plaid blanket sitting below her as she sat with a treasured person, along with delectable treats sitting in a neatly knitted basket. Cliche, but that made it all the more perfect.

Alas, she had no one to share that special moment with. And sitting in the hospital wasn't an ideal picnic. At least to her it wasn't. She couldn't speak for the other residents.

Reasoning for being in the hospital went as follows: 1:25 AM, suicide attempt by taking 300 MG of prescription drugs. Namely anti-depressants. A small laugh escaped her lips as she thought of the irony. Her depression led to this regretful day, but she attempted to end it all by taking a substance that was supposed to cease such actions. The worst thing about her trip was the pitiful looks she'd received from every nurse or doctor that passed by. An old lady walked in 30 minutes after she'd been admitted, asking her if she wanted a gogurt.

She scoffed at the memory.

(Y/n) wasn't keen to her familiar visitors, such as her parents. They were undeniably angry, which was understandable. But at the time, she didn't need tough love. She needed a hand to hold and a reassuring line to hold onto.

Besides them, no one visited. She couldn't blame them though. Who would want to be seen with the girl who tried to end her own life? That one thought seemed to bring her down even more, and the chains that bounded her to a bottomless depression just held on even tighter.

Doctors walked in and out of the room doing routine check-ups, but she couldn't help but dislike every man or woman that walked in. The tension that loosely hung in the air everytime their presence was required was sickening. They could feel it too, but it would be too odd to mention anything out of the blue.

Murmurs from different nurses or professionals outside the door were always heard, no matter how quite. After all, the walls were thin. They talked of her poor family, and how they didn't have health insurance. She seethed everytime she heard someone speaking badly about her mother or father, and desperately wanted to jump from her stingy bed to sock the shit out of whoever spoke next. But a tube was rested right in her vein, and she shivered at the thought of pulling it out herself.

Under a 72-hour restriction, she wasn't able to leave until those painful minutes had come to an end. And her 2 days went along dreadfully slow, the clock above her ticking in patterns, as it should. But the small sound could send anyone insane.

She could only hope that the nights would be long, so that her sleep could be fulfilled.

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The third day was filled with minor joy, but mostly sorrow. She couldn't help but think about how her life would change when she stepped back into that cold house.