The story of us // kagehina

Hinatas Pov, Part 1

Warning! Theres homophobia, mention of suicide and abuse! Please do not read if you feel uncomfortable reading about these subjects! Or if any of these could trigger an episode of anxiety, depression or PTSD!

How is love found when your at the lowest?

How come it's never before you hit your low?

Is it so that you can appreciate the highs?

These are the questions that never seem to get answered.
I may not know the answers to those but theres one thing I do know; that me and kageyama definitely hit that low before we met.

This is my start to the story of us

The day was just like many before, I woke up and brushed my teeth; got dressed before grabbing my bag and leaving the house.
I entered my car, put the keys in the ignition before turning it and starting the car, I drove to school; parked in the parking lot and got out before entering the place I call hell.

I slowly walked through the halls to my locker, that was covered in slurs and graffiti, opened it and put my bag inside before taking out the books I'll need for my lessons.
After closing it I turn to walk to class before I see them.

Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi and Kazuhito Narita stood in a circle around me.
"Hi Hinata" Kei starts while picking at his fingernails, I look up at him while backing up a bit till my back hit the locker.
"Do you have any friends yet? Eh? Of course not no one would ever want to be friends with a fag like you" he shouts so that everyone could hear before chuckling loudly, him and his goons start coming closer to me until theres only a few centimetres between us.

"Why don't you do everyone a favour and jump off a nearby bridge" he whispers before slamming the locker behind me and walking off, I had switched off the moment I saw him but it still hurts to hear that.
I can feel myself start to go into a panic attack, i stumble towards the exit while hyperventilating and gripping onto my shirt tightly.

I can't breathe.
I need to get out.
I need to get away.
I need to.
I need...

My sight goes blank however I can still feel myself running through the hall, I can feel the cold fresh air...I got outside, I got away and I sat down; leaning against the wall.
Still hyperventilating and definitely crying, pulling at my messy orange hair and biting onto my hand to stop the sobbing noises from leaving my mouth.

The panic attack lasts around 25 minutes, my sight goes back to normal and I stop biting my hand; I let go of my hair and inspect the hand I had been biting...cuts, small bite marks that had pierced my skin that became red and bloody.
I slowly stood up and wiped off my face, I took out a small pocket mirror and checked how my face looked; I looked fine other than the dark circles under my eyes from not sleeping well but theres nothing I can do about that.

I take a deep breathe before walking back into the school to be greeted by the security guard, "why are you late?" He shouts while putting his hands in his hips and staring at me.
"I..erm..my car wouldnt start so I had to walk" I lied while laughing awkwardly, he looks me up and down.
"Dont let it happen again" he replied before letting me through, I walked through and walked to lesson; I opened the door to my biology lesson to see everyone staring at me, I stutter and bite the bottom of my lip to stop myself from panicking before walking to an empty seat at the back of the class.

"Where have you been Hinata?!" My teacher shouts, causing me to flinch and bite my lip harder; I turn my head I stutter and look around at everyone staring.
"I erm my car broke down" I reply before sitting down and getting out my books out and start taking notes, until someone flicks a small piece of folded paper onto my desk.

I look up and turn to see who did it, I dont recognise him so I look at the piece of paper and unfold it before reading the paper:

Go kill yourself faggot

Of course that's what it said, I came out 4 years ago to one of my best friends, he didnt like it and outed me to the whole school; I was a first year at the time and I've been bullied ever since.
I look back at him and he smiles at me while dragging his thumb across his neck to indicate slitting a throat, I look away and bite at my nails before concentrating on my notes.

After class ends I stand up and collect my stuff from the desk before I leave the class, walking out of the school doors and all the way to my car; I got into the backseat and pulled the window blinds shut before laying back and taking a nap.

******

I wake up to my phone ringing, it's my alarm of course who would ever call me; I sit up and rub my eyes before getting out and returning to school and walking to lesson.
I went to all my lessons, got bullied a lot! And took notes, when it was hometime I got into my car and drove home.

I parked my car in the driveway and get out, I shut the door then walk into my house; my father drunk out of his mind on the sofa.
I live with my father, my mum got my sister natsu in the divorce; she left him because he was abusive after becoming an alcoholic.

I creep upstairs, trying not to wake him and failing miserably! I miss a step and fall horribly down the flight of stairs, startling him and making him mad.
He runs towards me yelling "what the fuck?!" Before grabbing me by the ankle and dragging me away from the stairs, "I'm sorry dad I didnt mean to!" I plead before he kneels over me and begins to punch me in the face, "useless piece of shit" he screams before wrapping his hands around my neck and squeezing.
"Dad please" I cry while grabbing his wrists and trying to pull them off me, he smirks "dad please, oh fuck off and die" he mocks while squeezing harder.

My mind goes blank and I dont remember anything after that, all I remember is waking up still on the lounge floor with my father asleep on the sofa again; I sit up and quietly crawl up the stairs into my room.
My face is heavily bruised and my neck had my fathers hand marks bruised into place, great!

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A/N: I know this page is dark, I promise it will lighten up!
I'm sorry about the homophobia I'm trying to make it seem as realistic as possible, school is rubbish and I know that full well; kids are evil but it does get better!
No one should ever feel like killing themselves is an option and no one should ever be told to kill themselves but we all know that life happens and people are shitty!