Prologue: Fix You
(Coldplay)
[When you try your best but you don't succeed. When you get what you want, but not what you need. When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep. Stuck in reverse.]
He wasn't sure when exactly it started. He only knew where it ended up. Everything was one way, then another. Life was up, then down. Suddenly though- he couldn't deal with it anymore. There needed to be a release…some way to calm himself down.
Then it happened. The built up pressure he had felt for so long in his heart trickled down his wrist, relieving him. The cuts healed over quickly, no one really ever noticed them. Then again, no one really ever noticed him. There were perks to that, though. He didn't really want to be noticed. He hated people. They hated him back. That's all there was to it. He easily wrapped his arms up and concealed his personal therapy from their prying eyes.
When high school started, things changed. Everything grew more hectic; it was unbearable. Suddenly the pressure in his chest felt ungodly tight, like he was being choked. Things were getting worse and worse for him…no one noticed though. No one ever did.
Who was there to notice him anyway? It was always only him. His dad was never in the picture to begin with. His mom was a classic case of suicide gone wrong. He had been by himself for most of his life, even before she killed herself a few years ago. He was twenty now. He had been only fifteen when she had died. Hachimenroppi was convinced he was to walk through the world alone, forever. But that was alright. No one needed to be drug down with him. He was his own hell, and he would remain confined to himself.
He did had one family member that wouldn't leave him the fuck alone, though. His cousin, Izaya Orihara. The cunning man often intruded in his life, forcing him to talk about his insignificant little problems. He could recall when his cousin lifted his long sleeves a few years ago, marveling at the cuts.
"Did they hurt?" he had asked, carmine eyes filled with wonder.
"They felt wonderful," Hachimenroppi had replied.
Izaya was the only connection he had to his dad's side of the family. His mom had no family. Izaya's parents were wealthy, but never around often. So the sly raven loved to prowl in on Hachimenroppi's life, pestering him constantly about the cuts. There was always that stupid damn question-Why?
Why, why, why, why, WHY?
Fuck, he didn't know! He already said that he didn't know when it began. He only knew where it ended up. His bags packed, he looked up at the large stone building surrounded by an iron gate.
"This is your new home," his cab driver had said.
"This is my new prison," Hachimenroppi thought dryly, looking at the fading lettering on the sign outside the fence.
"Ikebukuro Psychiatric Hospital- Established 1962," it read. But it was home now. Home.
[Lights will guide you home. And ignite your bones. And I will try, to fix you]
My newest chapter fic! I had to have a Tsukioppi…They're just so cute and don't get much love! I'll add more to the story in the next chapter, sorry if this one seems vague. D: