The art of love (Oikawa x suicidal reader)

Chapter 11

"I love you"

The words struck a chord within my heart, ringing throughout my body. It was the first time anyone had said they loved me.

And I think I love him too. I have to tell him.

"Oikawa, I lo-"

I cant finish my sentance, as I'm interrupted by the hospital doors banging open, and heavy, clumsy footsteps coming closer.

Oikawa pulls his hand from my face as I turn to look at the person who came in. My happiness is washed away as I realise who it is.

"Dad?" I question, my voice still weak but full of fear. He ignores me, and stomps over to the side of my bed.

"You little brat, you really think I can afford a hospital bill? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I begin to cry, and my heart meter starts beeping faster. My while body is tense.

"What the hell? That's no way to talk to your child!"

I turn my head to see Oikawa, now stood up and eyeing my dad is disbelief. I didn't want him to be a part of this...

My dad looks at Oikawa, and then back at me.

"Who the fuck is this?" He says, his tone getting sharper.
"This piece of shit is non of your concern, so could you please do everyone a favour and fuck off!"

Oikawa looked down at me, and I turn away in shame. He bends down and whispers in my ear.

"I promise I'll get you out of here."

And with that, he glares at my father and walks out.

"Don't think I'm done with you. It would've been better for everyone if you just died."

I hate to be left alone with him, but there's a small ray of hope in Oikawa's words which I cling desperately to.

'I promise I'll get you out of here'

I wonder what he meant by that...

~~~later that night~~~

It was almost midnight, and I was alone in the dark room of the hospital. My dad had left a few hours earlier (probably to get drunk somewhere).

I tried to fall asleep, but the pain in my arms made it difficult. At least I was no longer connected to the heart monitor or IV drip...

I jumped as suddenly my phone went of from withing the pile of school clothes. I reach into my school blazer pocket and pull out my phone.

A message from Oikawa

Get changed, I'm taking you away from here.

*clink*

A strange sound comes from the window next to my bed, like something hit it. Then, another one.

'That's strange' I thought, I slowly got up and walked to the window. I pull it open and look down, and all I see is Oikawa, looking back up at me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I whisper at him. He winks at me in response.

"I'm just keeping my promise. Now, hurry up, it's cold!"

I stand still for a second, wondering if this is really happening. Do I really want to run away with him?

Ah, fuck it.

I run back inside, get changed out of my hospital gown and throw on a shirt, Jean's and a hoodie (it's the only spare clothes I have).

I then stuff my school uniform and phone in my rucksack, and put my cracked camera around my neck, before walking back to the window.

"You ready?" He asks

"Just shut up before I change my mind." I tease him.

I look down from the window. I'm on the second floor of the hospital, and theres about a ten foot drop between the window and the grass below.

I should be okay, right?

I dangle my bag down, and Oikawa reaches up and catches it just as I let go.

Now it's my turn.

"I'll catch you!" Oikawa calls up at me, his arms open wide.

"No the fuck you won't. Who do think you are, prince charming?"

"Right..."

I laugh a little. "Now watch out, don't wanna land on you."

I swing my legs over the window ledge until I'm sitting on the edge, then carefully slide and drop down.

I land on my feet, but then fall forwards onto my face in the damp grass.

"Are you okay?" Oikawa asks, obviously trying to suppress laughter as he goes to help me up. I swat his hands away.

"Yeah I'm fine..." I say standing up and looking away in embarrassment.

The midnight air was quiet, and cold on my face.

"Well, anyway, come on. I brought my bike, get on the back."

I sigh.

"I can't belive I'm doing this." I say, as I pull on my rucksack and climb onto the back of Oikawa's bike. I loop my arms around his waist.

"Are you okay to hold on?" He asks, eyeing my bloodied, bandaged arms.

"Yeah, dont worry about me."

"Okay, but tell me if you need to stop."

And with that, he pushed off, and we were cycling off into the night.