He shut his eyes... And, after a few minutes, everything went silent. As if the world had stopped. He couldn't feel anything either; it was as if he was in a dream, floating away into nothing. But it felt real. Too real.

Oikawa slowly opened his eyes and looked around at his surroundings. He was laying on his bedroom floor with his alien-patterned blanket next to him. 'Oh... It was just a dream.' He thought to himself, rubbing his eyes and trying to get them to adjust to the bright sunlight which was ripping through his thin curtains. Just what time was it anyway? He sat upright and turned his head to the left, to where his bedside unit was, '12:04?! Looks like I'm not going to school today then.' He muttered to himself. 'But... Why didn't dad wake me up like he usually does?'. Oikawa simply shrugged it off, it's not as if he was in the mood to attend school anyway. Not after the recent events that had happened to him, so many things had gone wrong... In fact, nothing seemed to be going right. He had even argued with Iwaizumi which had not happened before, well, not to that extent anyway.

After a little while of trying to wake himself up properly, he stood up and then realised he had no idea what day it was. When he thought about it, he couldn't even remember what happened yesterday or the day before. 'Maybe Iwa-chan hit me a little too hard that time.' He frowned, that was sadly one thing he could remember but no matter how hard Iwaizumi had hit him or how bad they left off, the truth was clear; Oikawa needed Iwaizumi. He just wasn't sure if the feeling was mutual... Not after hearing the black haired boy say those words. Regardless, he decided he was going to try and make up with him.

He shook his head lightly to bring himself back to his current situation. 'Right. I'm already dressed but I really should go have a wash. I feel like I've been sleeping for days.'. He ruffled his hair and headed to the bathroom to clean himself up to at least look a little presentable for going to see Iwaizumi; if he was at home. Once he was in the bathroom, he pressed the tap on... or at least tried to. 'Strange.' He thought to himself as he pressed the tap again but this time he noticed that the button wasn't even going down. Instead of using his fingers to press it, he tried to use his whole hand instead; to add more force to it. But still, it wouldn't move. 'Stupid thing.' He frowned again, he must be dreaming. He grew more confused than frustrated now, not understanding what was going on. 'Maybe the tap is just stiff. Yeah, that explains it.' He nodded at his own explanation and shrugged it off and headed towards the front door.

After noticing the front door was wide open, he looked around quickly. "Dad?" He asked, he could see the car outside that his dad drove so maybe he had been shopping and was bringing the food into the house. "Dad?" He asked again but there was still no reply. Oikawa peeked around the kitchen door, 'Ah, there he is!', he saw his dad standing with his back to him. "I'm going to Iwa-chan's house, okaaay?" He said with his usual cheery voice and grin. But again, no response. 'Ugh, maybe he's listening to his music again... Or checking the food bill.' Oikawa sighed and walked out the house, it was best to not disturb his dad when he was focusing or he'd be given a bunch of chores to do (and he wanted to avoid that at all costs).

After a few steps outside, he started to skip lightly-humming as he continued onwards towards Iwa-chan's house. 'Oh look, Mr Refreshing is heading my way.' He thought as his eyes focused on Suga who was walking towards him... And then straight past him. No eye contact, no exchange of words. Nothing. Oikawa had been completely blanked. "What..." He said out loud, stopping on the spot, not understanding what had just happened. Usually Suga says a polite hello or smiles softly at him but not today.

Oikawa started to feel as if he was invisible, nobody was paying attention to him regardless of his efforts. Like all other strange events that had happened today, he shrugged it off, maybe Suga was too focused on something to notice him. 'Iwa-chan will definitely acknowledge me!' He thought as he continued onwards, skipping and humming again.

A little later and Oikawa was outside of Iwaizumi's house; it had been a while since he'd visited him outside of school and volleyball practise. Since their last meeting didn't exactly go that well, Oikawa was practising what he was going to say when he saw him again-'Hey, Iwa-chan!... No, too casual. Iwaaa-chaaaaan... No, too irritating.' but nothing quite fit right. He extended his arm and knocked on the door, which was already open but he thought it was best to be polite and knock. No sound. Nothing. Oikawa looked at his hand and then back at the door, 'I did just knock, right?' He asked himself before attempting to knock again. But he got the same result; no noise, it was as if his fist wasn't even hitting the door at all. He was starting to think he was actually in a dream... Or that he had to wear his glasses more often and had just been missing the door completely.

Nobody came to the door so Oikawa just took himself inside, slipping through the gap between the door and the door frame and glancing around for someone. It's not as if Iwaizumi's parents knew they both had argued and Oikawa always used to just walk in so they shouldn't be angry if they saw that he just let himself in. Iwa-chan's house was so neat and clean, there didn't seem to be anything out of place at all. All decorations were dusted and placed in a certain order, even the carpet was spotless. No dirt to be seen around.

Oikawa tip-toed up the stairs, not to be quiet but in order to leave as little dirt there as possible. "Iwa-chan?" He called out, hoping to hear at least something in response. But again, like all other times today... There was no response. As soon as he got to the top of the stairs, he could hear a faint noise coming from... Iwa's room? He took a few more steps towards the room before he could hear the noise more clearly. Suddenly his heart beat got faster and his palms began to sweat more than before, 'Is it Iwa-chan making that noise?' He asked himself before he took one more step so that he was right outside of Iwaizumi's room, looking inside of it. His eyes widened at the sight he saw.

Oikawa could feel his chest tighten when his eyes fixed onto the raven haired boy, who was sitting on the edge of his bed, sobbing uncontrollably with his face buried deep into his hands. Hearing how much he was struggling to breathe in-between his sobs was enough to make Oikawa tear up. 'No... No no no.' He thought, 'Why are you so upset?' He was trying to think of a reason but failed to think of a result. "I-Iwa-chan!" He managed to get out before taking one more step into the room, one step closer to the boy who was there on his bed, crying so hard that he wasn't focusing on anything else around him. He had never seen him so upset or crying so hard before.

Oikawa then looked around, not wanting to make himself get too upset by looking at his 'best friend' crying, the room was a mess. There were photos scattered all around the floor and clothes not folded or put away, everything was completely different to how it usually was. 'What the hell has happened to you, Iwa-chan?' He said in a quiet voice, then looking closer at the pictures which were on the floor. 'M-Me? Why are there pictures of me and Iwa-chan scattered all around?' Nothing was making sense but then nothing that happened today made any sense either. His thoughts were interrupted by a small word coming from the boy's mouth,

"Why?" Iwaizumi asked, was he asking Oikawa or himself? Oikawa was just about to respond when he continued, "Why did you go?!" He asked, in quite an angry, but clearly hurt tone. His breathing and sobbing had calmed down a little so he was able to talk (well, kind of). "You had me... If nobody else was there. You had ME." He blurted out, lifting his head from his hands and looking up. Staring straight ahead, to where his volleyball jersey was. His eyes were bloodshot and it was clear that he had been crying for quite some time. His face was stained with tears and his hands were just the same.

Oikawa walked a little closer and decided to sit on the bed next to Iwaizumi, he wanted to hug him, he wanted to comfort him but something was holding him back, however, he wasn't sure what it was. "I'm here, Iwa-chan... You have me." Oikawa quietly said before looking down, 'What can I do? What can I do?' He kept asking himself over and over again.

"Could you not see I cared? Dumbass." Iwa's eyes began to well-up with tears again and his bottom lip started quivering.

Seeing Iwa-chan in such a state, he couldn't hold back much longer. He flung his arms around Iwaizumi and lay his head on the boy's shoulder. Oikawa had never been good at comforting him but... At least he could show him physical affection, right?

"I feel like... You're right here, with me. That you're trying to make me feel better with one of your stupid hugs... But you're not and you never will be here again..." Iwaizumi started before slouching back over and putting his face in his hands, yet again.

This statement was the one that really hit Oikawa. 'Never will be again?' He asked himself, pulling away from Iwaizumi. "No, Iwa-chan don't be stupid! I'm right here. I'm not leaving you. I haven't left at all!" His voice began to break as he was on the brink of tears. He was trying not to cry but he failed, one tear fell, then another and another. They just kept falling and Oikawa's vision became blurred very quickly but it didn't stop him from seeing that Iwa-chan hadn't even heard what he was saying. He hadn't reacted at all. 'What is going on? Please... Someone stop this. Why can't he hear me?!' He frantically asked himself. 'Is this a dream? Yes it must be. Just a very horrible dream that I'll wake up from.' Or so he hoped. He needed to clarify what was going on but how? How could he know if this was this really reality? Oikawa got off the bed and sat right opposite the boy so that he was on the floor, looking up at his friend, watching but unable to do anything.

"If you're up there with the aliens now... How about you come and get me? I'd rather be up there with you than down here without you..." Iwaizumi just about managed to say that before he choked on the tears he was trying so hard to hold back.

"What are you-" Oikawa started before he was abruptly interrupted when a familiar voice echoed through the house.

"Hajime, the funeral is soon... I hope you're ready." Was all the woman's voice said, who was in fact Iwaizumi's mother.

"As if I could ever be ready for this." Iwaizumi said quite bitterly as he raised his head from his hands again. He lent to the side and grabbed a tissue from the box and then wiped his face. He threw the tissue back onto the bed and stood up abruptly. It was as if he wanted to conceal how hurt he really was... Oikawa could see it though, he could see just how badly Iwa-chan was hurting yet he could do nothing to help. Nothing to help the one who was always there for him when he needed someone. Nothing to help the one who clearly needed someone right now. Nothing. He was useless. He didn't even know what was going on... But even if he did; he still wouldn't be able to do anything to help. That's just how useless he was.

His eyes followed Iwa who was now walking towards the bedroom door, "No, no, no! Don't leave me! Don't leave me alone again!" Oikawa pleaded as he started to cry even more. It was just like that time, that time where Iwa-chan had left him when he needed him. But he couldn't let him do it again. As a natural reaction he reached out, trying his best to grab hold of the boy's clothing. But he failed, he just couldn't grip onto anything and so he watched as the boy walked closer and closer to the door. "IWA-CHAAAAAN!" He yelled, as loud as he could, becoming so desperate for Iwaizumi to just stay there with him. He didn't want to be alone again. He needed Iwaizumi.

"Huh?" Iwa turned his head around, glancing back into his room. His face was full of confusion. "As if..." He then muttered to himself, turning back and heading out of the room, down the stairs and eventually out of the house. But, for that split second, he could have sworn that he heard Oikawa's voice calling his name. But that was impossible, right?

He left and Oikawa was alone. All alone with his thoughts. His very wonderful thoughts. After seeing Iwa-chan turn around, he felt a small bit of hope, however, that small flame of hope was extinguished when Iwa-chan left the room.

Oikawa gritted his teeth, 'God damn it... Just wake up already! This-this is a nightmare!' He kept trying to convince himself that he was in a dream and that he would wake up soon but, would he?

Just then, his eyes caught a glimpse of a crumpled piece of paper, that had been uncrumpled in order to read (supposedly by Iwaizumi), on the bed next to where Iwa was sitting just minutes before hand. Oikawa rose himself up from the floor and leant onto the bed with his elbows, his eyes fixing onto the letter;

'Iwa-chan, I'm sorry...' Oikawa read just that first line and his chest tightened which caused his breathing to become heavier. He already knew what this was but couldn't bring himself to believe it.

'I just can't deal with this anymore...' Now the tears started to fall, more than before, more than ever before.

'I never thought I'd end up doing this.' Even though reading this caused him to remember that night, Oikawa was in a state of denial. He refused to believe that he had done that.

But the memories were so vivid now; of him laying on the bedroom floor, looking up at the ceiling with the empty pill bottles next to him. He had taken so many pills... Too many to even count. Why?

Because he was desperate. He wanted to escape.

But this is what he was faced with instead.

He finally came to accept that this was his reality.

That he was dead.

But he got what he wanted, right?

He got his escape, right?

Wrong.

Everything was worse. So much worse than before.

But that was the reality and what he now had to live with.