21/ Nightmare

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⚠️TW: DEATH, SUICIDE ⚠️

I woke up and saw my old room. My old bedroom from when I was living at home... junior high..

I ran downstairs to see my brother sitting on the couch.. he looked the same back in junior high.. he hair down and baggy clothes. Tired eyes and bruises on him from volleyball. Eating a granola bar and watching the morning news.

You: Hayato?

Hayato: Hm?

You: Where's mom and dad?

Hayato: Mom and dad are dead, don't you remember?

You: ..oh.. well what about Ushijima and the guys?

Hayato: Who the hell is Ushijima?

You: The ace on your team? You and the guys all played together in junior high. Tendo, Reon, Semi-

Hayato: Who the hell are you talking about?

I looked at my brother in disbelief. My parents were dead and he has no idea who his best friends are. I grabbed my phone and type in their numbers.. no one.. not a single contact.

I looked at the date on my phone... we were in present time.

Have I been dreaming this whole time?

Was my entire high school life made into one dream? My whole relationship with Ushijima, all my friends... they are gone...

You: ...how's volleyball going?

Hayato: I don't play volleyball. What's gotten into you?

You: Wait what? We go to Shiratorizawa's Junior High Academy and you play the Libero on the volleyball team-

Hayato: We go to Seijoh.. and I don't play volleyball.. 

You: What the- then why are you covered in bruises?

Hayato: I got in a fight. Some kid from the volleyball threatened me and started a fight. I'm in suspension right now.

You: ...you don't play volleyball... at all?

Hayato: No. I don't play any sport. I'm not in any club-

I dashed out my door. I ran all the way to Ushijima's house. I banged on to the door. A younger girl opened the door, maybe my age.

Girl: Who are you?

You: I need to speak to Ushijima Wakatoshi for a second.

Girl: He doesn't live here. He died a few days ago, it's all over the news.

You: Where is he..?

Girl: Goldeneye Cemetery.

You: Thanks...

I walked away from the home and ran to the nearby cemetery. I searched every grave and tomb. Flowers lining the fence.

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