Salvation (Depressed Hinata fanfic)

Tsukihina ending

I am not alone.

   Tsukishima's pov

Everything has changed since Shou came into our team. Everyone could feel the tension when Hinata and Shou were in the same room. This, unfortunately, decrease the concentration and the chances of winning the nationals. So, as the good teammate I am, I decided to go to his house and tell him my theories. One of them was that he knew Shou before he came to our school, evident thing and that they have some kind of story behind them. Maybe, lovers, I don't know. The looks they gave each other are full of hatred and love. A strange combination I can tell. But this fact can mean two things: enemies that were friends or lovers that have lost their trust for each other. I tried thinking about other options, but I cannot imagine Hinata doing something bad to anyone and Shou... he had some kind of aura that made me feel the same. I am not a fan of human emotions, so I can't say I am the best in this area.
   I was waiting silently on my bike for Hinata. I knew he will come out soon. Minutes have passed, but he didn't appear yet. Maybe he overslept? I was about to call him, but I stopped in the middle of the way when the door opened. Finally...
   My vision focused on the little player that left his place. Something is wrong. He isn't wearing his school clothes and his bag is missing. He is wearing shorts and a red T-shirt. Wait... I recognize that shirt. Wasn't it white? I studied him more. His eyes seemed unfocused, his mind clearly not being here. He had an ugly bruise on his face. His legs and arms were scratched and I couldn't see his pale skin from the amount of purple spots he had on him. What is going on?
   "Hinata?" I asked him with my normal voice, trying not to show that I was concerned. He didn't even flinch when he heard me. He just continued to walk without looking out for cars or people. I managed to catch up with him.
   "It isn't nice to ignore people y'know." I said as I grabbed his shoulder. He didn't faze at my touch and de didn't stop. It looked like he was lost in thoughts, but that behavior was too extreme. It was like he was hypnotized.
    Great. Now I have to wait for him to 'wake up'. I slowly got on my bike and followed him. He was certainly not going to school. I started to think. Who could have made these bruises? Was he bullied? Abused? And who knows what is under his shirt. Since it is red, I have no doubt that his back and torso are like his arms and legs. In conclusion, he really needs to go to the hospital.
    The road disappeared abruptly from our eyes and we were walking in a forest. I left my bike next to a tree and started to run, having a bad feeling in my stomach.
     After several minutes, Hinata stopped. So did I. The view was amazing. The sun looked like he was being swallowed by the black abyss of the cliff. Wait... a cliff? Panic hit me. Hinata was standing on the edge of it. He still looked lost in thoughts. Maybe he came here to clean his mind... I really hope that's it.
       Suddenly, he raised his foot and was ready to step into the death's grip. Shit no.
     "Hinata, no!" I screamed and hugged him from behind, taking him away from the edge. He was... sticky. The metallic smell invaded my nose. Blood. Oh shit. So much blood.
    "Tsu... Tsukishima?" I heard a small voice from the little decoy.
    "What are you doing Shouyo?" I asked him, feeling my anger increasing, thing that is not normal for me.

      Hinata's pov

    What the hell. Really now. I just wanna die in peace and boom, Stingyshima appears from nowhere. I don't even have the power to fight him back.
   "Just dying. What about you?" I said, being sarcastic. I felt his arms tighten around me but not enough to make my wounds worse. I hate it when he becomes like this. Protective, thoughtful and... nice. Even thou these moments are very rare, everyone learned to treasure them. But, now, I don't really need this. I just want peace and a painless death. Another thing I can't get it seems.
  "Your sarcasm doesn't work with me shrimp. Why do you want to die?" He asked bluntly
    With my eyes half-open I could see the concern on his face. Maybe I could just tell him. It is not like I will have a tomorrow to worry about.
  "Why... I done with this shitty life. I am done getting hit and misjudged. I am done feeling like a nobody and a useless guy. I am done remembering the past and the crime I've committed. Just because of a single mistake my life was ruined. I hate myself. I hate everything about me. I am fat, ugly, full of bruises and marks. It is no wonder why everyone hates me. Please, Tsuki... Let me die." I finished my speech, feeling the tears running down my face.
   I felt a sharp pain in my cheek. He slapped me?
   "Don't you far think like that Hinata. I hate to be emotional, but I need to be sure you understand what I say. Nobody hates you. Except this person who abuses you. You are happiness. Everyone loves you. If we didn't love and support you, we wouldn't want to help you. Do you really think nobody saw that you were breaking down? You really didn't observe the concerned and sad looks everyone gave you. Even the new teammate. I think he was the most affected by you. You have the power to make everyone happy, just by being you. You remember the times you were sad and all of us made sure you were ok? Remember all the happy moments we had together? Every match, every lunch. All of these things made us love you. I mean, look at me. If I didn't appreciate you, I would be here to try to convince you not to commit suicide? No. So please, think again about what you want to do. Everything can change." Tsukishima said. I was... confused. He can have emotions? I started to think about all the memories I had since the beginning of high school. Every win, loss and practice. I was with them. With the team. We were always together. He was right, as usual. Damn it. Maybe I really needed help. The tears continued to drip from my eyes, but this time they weren't sad ones. They were tears that symbolized hope. For the first time in a while, I had hope. Hope that everything will be alright.
  "Tsukishima..." I mumbled, feeling the world spin.
   "Yeah?" He asked, slowly lifting my body, like he was sensing that I will faint soon.
    "Thank you..." Then black.