Runaway // KageHina

Treatment

A/N: Hello :)

I'm sorry if these seems wicked confusing but the last part was kinda like a flashback yknow?? Itll make more sense when I post more I promise !! But thank u for ur support I hope u like it ily

I've only been here for a day or so, but God I hate this hospital. The rules make me feel like a child. No shoelaces, no pencils, no freedom.

I know this is supposed to be helpful, but I honestly just feel like I'm getting worse. I'm not even sad anymore, just numb. Just empty. At least the other patients seem nice.

I haven't been able to get to know anyone too well, but there's one boy whose caught my eye. He has wild, fiery hair and a wide smile to match. There's almost nothing to do, so I spend a lot of time wondering what he could have done to get in here. Nothing about his shiny brown eyes and optimistic personality scream "I should be in a psychiatric hospital". 

But I guess everyone has their secrets...

The days blend together as we follow the same boring routine for what seems like forever. Wake up at 7:30, talk about your dead mom until 10:00, and then listen to other people's issues for the rest of the day.

When we're not in treatment, we spend our time playing boardgames or watching old movies. It's nice to have these small distraction. They help me forget how fucked up my life has become over the course of just a few short weeks. 

I've never been a very extroverted person, but I can't stand the silence in this place. It's almost as if you can hear the seconds ticking by on the clock. While everyone is nice, they're all fairly awkward. Thus, we often fall into an uncomfortable quiet. But when Hinata gets out of therapy, things seem to liven up.

The previously shy patients become extroverted and talkative. The small boy is so charismatic that he can make any situation interesting. I usually don't get involved with his antics, but I enjoy watching from a distance. I find it adorable how he can brighten any dull moment. Sadly, he spends a significant amount of the day with his clinician. 

I thought I was safe observing him from afar, but I was wrong. I never realized he noticed me until the day we sat side by side in the dining hall, finishing up our meals. It was almost as if I was having a staring contest with the food on my plate, dissociating as usual. But I snapped out of my trance when he tapped me on my shoulder. I turned to face him, confused. When I met his intense gaze, he just said

"You have really pretty eyes!"