Okay, so, it's been awhile since I've written anything, and I, like, just woke up, so if there are any things that don't exactly match up with rest of the story or don't make sense, that's why.
PLEASE ADVISE OM WHETHER I SHOULD WRITE IN FIRST OR THIRD PERSON! This chapter is 1st.
But anyway (STORY INFO)
So... Just to clear things up... Let's see... Hinata's parents left in the last year...say, October. So... Hinata was first raped in... December or January, as it was winter break. I'd say Dec. which means, Hinata had been in Kiruki's care for... 2 months, but that doesn't really work for the story, right? So, Febuary is where this chapter would take place. So... I have made a few changes...
Hinatas Parents left in October.
Hinata was (First) raped in December. ( 2 m. After parents left, 5 m. Before camp.)
The training camp takes place 6 months before Hinata's parents return.(May) (6 m after parents left, 5 m after first rape.)
Therefore, in order for the timeline in my head to take place, Hinata's parents return will not take place until Nov.
The training camp will take place in May
If it doesn't make sense, ask me about it in a review and I'll try to explain.
Chapter 10 - a little less than 6 months until Hinata's parents return.
I sighed, looking around my room. I, myself, sat quietly on the edge of my bed. The next day was the start of the training camp - Frankly, I couldn't wait. Not just because I would get to play volleyball, but also because I would be out of Kiruki's reach.
The last 5 months or so had been... Torturous, to say the least. I had no idea how I'd been able to keep up the facade, to show that I was still my happy, energetic self - even when I wasn't.
Kiruki's beatings were relentless, and volatile. The man would snap over everything - shoes not lined properly, dinner ready a minute late, and even things I hadnt even thought twice about, like talking to Kiruki. One word wrong, and the tall man would go off on me about 'not giving the proper respect to my seniors.' And the like.
It didn't help that, after the first time, Kiruki had continued to accept money from people for... For raping me.
I had begun flinching, as anxious as it made me, anytime one of my teammates would touch me unexpectedly, although i always managed to pass it off in a laughing manner.
Daichi, as well, had come to the conclusion that Kiruki had stopped hurting me. I was grateful.
I didn't want to be a burden. Not when nobody actually cared. Not when I wasn't even necessary.
Even so, I had survived, although recently... Kiruki had been getting more violent. It was another reason I was looking forward to the training camp.
After the first time I cut, I started to cut on my legs instead, near my ankles I'd never really put much thought to my near-hairless legs, but after I started cutting there, I was grateful. It made things easier. No-one seemed to notice when I started wearing longer socks. I still wore the wristbands, as the scars were still faintly visible, faint as they were, and I didn't want an overly-nosy teammate to find out.
But even so... I could tell my smiles weren't as bright as they used to be. Maybe they appeared to be...but I couldn't hide the truth from myself. I was falling. My wings were failing, and it wouldn't be long until I was too far gone to be helped.
And, as much as it scared me... As much as it scared me, I found that I couldn't wait until I didn't have to endure it anymore.
Nobody would miss me anyways, right?
Tsukishima
The little sun, Karasuno's own ball of energy... Something was wrong with him. Nobody else seemed to give much thought to it, not even Kageyama, but I could something wasn't quite right.
It might've had something to do with his smile, or his attitude.
The smile never reached his eyes anymore, and the short spiker didn't move around as much as he used to.
I didnt think it was anything big, really...but ever since that day I'd seen the bruises on his shoulders, I'd been watching Hinata closely.
Even if no-one else notices, something was happening to Hinata, and I was determined to find out.
Except, I never saw anyone bullying him... So I had no idea what it could be.
So, I almost wrote it off as a one-time thing, ignoring the unease twisting in my stomach.
Even then... Something happened. Something happened, and then I was sure that Hinata wasn't okay.
We had been cleaning up - usually Hinata and Kageyama locked up together, but Kageyama had to be home earlier for a family thing, so I had volunteered to take his place, as I didn't particularly want to go home just yet. It had happened when I was reaching to get a mop.
Of course, to get it, I had reached over Hinata's shoulder. The shorty had screamed, literally screamed, and stumbled back before landing on his back, scuttling back until he was at least a foot away from me, eyes wide and frightened, arms raised defensively in front of him, his breathing harsh and fast.
At the time, I could only stare, surprised, but, even as anger and certainty fixed inside my bones, and merely grabbed the mop and continued what I'd been doing.
I was sure now, that Hinata needed help, and I was forced to admit that... Hinata... He was more to me than I wanted to admit. I'm sure my haughty, bored mask fell apart sometime during that period, but if it did, Hinata chose not to comment on it.
I could only think about how Hinata should be, and how he actually was acting, and the more I thought about it, the more differences popped out.
And even then, I couldn't figure out the reason.
Hinata
It happened again. I only lay in bed this time, waiting for it all to end. I didn't want to move. I hurt everywhere, especially down there, as the guy this time had been... More rough than the rest. I could feel brushes forming all around my body - wrists, legs, various places centered on my middle, and my arms.
I so, didn't want to get up... But the training camp. I had to be there at 9...
so I forced myself up. I quickly dragged myself into the shower, trying desperatly to scrub the feel of the man off of me, even as I knew it was in vain. I eventually stopped and watched the water, turned pink from blood, go down the drain.
I sighed, turning off the shower and getting dressed.
Frowning, I slipped on a long-sleeved shirt and long pants, with a hoodie overtop the shirt. I already had the rest of my clothes packed, so I just picked up my bag and left, doing so as quietly as I could, hoping not to wake Kiruki. Looking at my bike, I sighed, deciding to just walk instead. I was in too much pain to sit down on the bike for the time it took to get down the mountain.
Besides, it was still 5, so I had plenty of time to get down.
Later, when Hinata gets to the bus.
Tsukishima
Hinata was the first one to the school, where we were meeting to get on the bus. As he was usually one of the last... It was just another reason why i knew something was wrong.
I didn't ask, though. Probably a bad decision, but Yamaguchi had tagged along with me and whatever it was, I guessed Hinata probably didn't want it to be public.
I watched and listened, pausing my music as Yamaguchi walked over to Hinata.
When Yamaguchi spoke, Hinata jumped, glancing up quickly before his gaze returned to the ground, as if it was instinctive.
"Hinata, you live on the mountain, right? Would you mind if I came up there with you sometime? I mean, the team's never really gone up there before. It could be good practice. You know, conditioning and stuff."
Hinata was completely still, hands clenched, body tensed. He shook his head, fast, and when he spoke, it was in a trembling, stuttering voice. "N-no... I, uh, no. S-sorry. Ki-Kiruki wouldn't like it..."
I sighed, shaking my head as I turned back to my music. I didn't want to intrude... Although it was a bit too late for that.
Okay, so that's it. Lost inspiration. So, I'm going to have the rest of the team find out about Hinata in the next chapter... So yeah.
its probably going to be poorly written so I apologize for that. I just like totally lost it. Boreeedomm killlsss.