EXTREME CAUTION/TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter discusses sexual assault and suicidal thoughts!! Please!! If you are affected or triggered by any of the following, I ask that you either approach with caution or skip this chapter!!*
I had walked into my home without saying much to my mom. I had simply hugged her and said I was sorry for not checking in, to which she smiled and reminded me that Hinata was someone she trusted me with and he was kind enough to keep her updated.
Hmph.. I wonder if he'd mentioned the fight we'd had.
I entered my room and began browsing through the selection in my closet. I looked for a pair of acid washed denim shorts and pulled out a pair dark black lace tights. I turned to reach into my duffel bag Hinata had packed for me. I pulled out the top he'd bought me. I held it up to my chest and gazed in the mirror. It felt wrong to wear something he'd bought after the argument we'd had. But, I felt it was the only outfit that fit the occasion.
I slipped into my clothes and pulled on my dusty pink combat boots(The ONLY pink item I owned in my closet). I started working on my makeup and hair. I'd lightly curled the ends of my hair and did a bolder eye look completed with winged eyeliner and baby pink glittery eye shadow. Subtle but enough to match the femininity of the dainty flowers that decorated the top.
Shortly after I'd finished getting ready, I got a text from one of the third years on the volleyball team that they had just walked up and were waiting outside for me. I grabbed my Karasuno volleyball jacket and dashed outside shouting goodnight to my mom.
The guys were practically bouncing up and down begging to know details about the recent news regarding Hinata and I. As much as I didn't want to discuss the topic, I obliged them enough to let them know we were still friends but nothing else came of it. Even though that was not the whole truth.
That was enough to appease them and we started off to the party. I followed behind keeping my distance. I couldn't shake the feeling that I shouldn't be attending this party. If I was being completely honest, I blamed it on Hinata and Tsukishima. If they hadn't pulled the wool over my eyes, I wouldn't be so flustered.
"Hey Vanji!"
I jolted and snapped out of my trance, "Oh! Sorry what?"
My friend Kyo chuckled and gently flicked my forehead, "Snap out of it Miss Manager! We're here!"
"Oh.. right," I grinned awkwardly.
We entered the house where the party was being held. We were greeted with cheers. The Karasuno Volleyball club was well known around campus thanks to their legacy. The guys began greeting the others and Kyo stayed behind with me.
"Kyo, you don't have to stick around," I smiled, "I'll be fine!"
"Vanji, I don't want to leave you all alone," he protested.
I waved him off, "I'm fine! Honest."
Reluctantly, he headed off with the others.
I regretted my persistence, but, I didn't want to damper the other's mood with my personal problems. They had always been there for me even through the breakup. So, I wanted them all to enjoy themselves.
I wandered amidst all the other students and party-goers. I walked over to grab a drink and when I took a sip from the plastic cup I felt the searing sting of vodka mixed with some fruit punch flavoring.
"Gross.." I thought to myself, "Seriously? Liquor? We're all either already or just turned 18.."
I wasn't much of a drinker. The smell of alcohol was something I had always been aversive to. But, I figured a small drink wouldn't been such a bad thing. As I sipped my drink, I felt a warm haze envelop my senses. I gazed into the crowd and realized things seemed to be moving in slow motion.
I shook my head to try and regain some concentration to no avail. I took a step and stumbled.
"Whoa!" an unknown voice spoke, "Careful there Kageyama."
I turned to face the stranger and he looked like a university student. He wore a black long sleeve tee with black distressed jeans and gold rimmed glasses. Something about those glasses seemed vaguely familiar.
"Oh um..." I mumbled, "Thanks.."
"No biggie!" he chuckled, "It's nice to put a name to the face. The big shot Karasuno tennis prodigy, Vanji Kageyama."
"Uhh.. yeah that's me," I raised a brow.
Most people know me for Hinata or Tobio before my own tennis merits. That's different.
"Sorry! Where are my manners?" he shrugged, "My names Yuki Uchimaku."
He reached out his hand and I could've sworn I saw three instead. I attempted to reach to shake his hand and I completely missed and stumbled over my own feet and fell into his chest.
"Shit!" I yelped.
I almost began to apologize but I noticed. Yuki hadn't reacted how I thought most people would. Most people would be startled by the sudden contact. But.. Yuki seemed smug about it.
I felt a warm veil of dysphoria envelop me. I couldn't focus my vision and my limbs felt numb.
Then, all I could see were stars.
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TRIGGER WARNING*
I heard vague voices and could feel my head pounding. A door closing and cloaking my vision in darkness. Then, pressure against my throat.
The lack of oxygen startled me awake but I still couldn't feel any function of my extremities. My vision was blurry but I recognized Yuki's laughter.
"I knew there was a reason I came out tonight. I always hated that stupid Tobio Kageyama and his smug little volleyball group.. no matter. If I can't embarrass him, you'll just have to suffice."
I mentally screamed at myself, begging my body to move. To fight, escape. Anything. But, nothing ever came. I heard everything that was occurring. I couldn't even cover my ears or beg him to stop.
I prayed for things to end. For me to just die in that room. I couldn't bear the torment anymore. Then, I heard him begin redressing.
I could feel faint tingles in my finger tips. I struggled against the heaviness of my limbs.
"Oh don't try so hard Vanji-" he sneered, "That effect won't fully lift for another couple of hours."
I felt tears roll down my face. My voice was hoarse and burned my throat.
"W-why?" I choked.
He burst into laughter, "Opportunity Vanji. I always despised that cocky attitude the volleyball club gained after Tobio and the other first years joined. Upon hearing another Kageyama joined Karasuno, I wondered if it was possible that little smug bratty attitude was hereditary. So, I followed your little tennis career and no surprise there. You're just as skilled as I expected. But.. I didn't see that characteristic Kageyama scowl.. heh until I saw you that night in the city."
My eyes widened. He was the guy that was bothering me at the bus stop.
"Y-you were," I gasped.
"Oh yeah sweetheart," he kneeled in front of me and lifted my chin, "And I saw that same fierce look in your eyes that your darling cousin gave anyone he felt was beneath him. It was then I decided I had to wipe that look off any Kageyama's face. And look where we are? You just happened to wander into this little get together and I knew I couldn't pass up this chance."
I winced feeling some pain in my lower abdomen.
"Hmph.. Well thanks again Vanji for making my night," he let go of my chin and leaned forward near my ear, "I hope I gave you one to remember."
I fought with all the strength I had and was able to gather enough feeling in my neck to rear my head back and smash my forehead into his nose. I heard a satisfying crack and him scream and rush out of the room.
My body went limp again and I lost consciousness.
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I jolted awake and began screaming uncontrollably.
"STOPPP IT!!!" I shrieked.
Confusingly, I looked around the room and found white walls and medical equipment.
How did I get here? This is.. the hospital?
My mom burst into the room and practically leapt into my bed with me and wrapped her arms around me sobbing uncontrollably.
"Oh my god, Vanji, thank goodness!" she trembled.
"M-mom.." I sniffled.
Doctors and nurses filed in and began asking so many questions.
How was I? Did I remember anything? Do I know who could've done this?
Everything felt so fuzzy.
What are they talking about? I...
Then, the memories came flooding. The party, a voice, my cries, a searing pain, lack of oxygen.
I felt my entire body begin shuddering and my breathing became erratic. Nurses had to shuffle my mom out of the room while others had to hold me down to ensure I didn't harm myself or others.
I suddenly felt a prick in my forearm, then, I felt the familiar warmth of sleep overcoming me.
