Chapter 1: Behind Closed Doors

Shoyo Hinata's POV

I smiled happily as I looked at Kageyama- who is my ex-nemesis and new teammate and Tanaka- who is my new senpai before looking at Daichi- who is my new Captain, Tsukishima- who is a mean first year that I met about a week ago, and Yamaguchi- who is Tsukishima's best friend. We had won the three on three match. I was so excited to know that I can finally be apart of a team though that smile and excitement started to diminish slightly because I knew that this feeling wouldn't last long now that practice was almost over. The thought of practice being almost over made my heart quicken. I wanted to make this feeling last longer so I did the only thing that I could.

"Captain can we have meat-buns to celebrate the first years making it on the team." I asked excitedly and I think that if someone saw the look in my eyes they would see a sparkle as well.

Captain Daichi looked at me before looking at the rest of the team. "Sure."

I jumped excitedly.

It was dark outside and the feeling dread crept into my veins. Though that was nothing new for me seeing as this was something that has been happening for years now. I wanted to walk slower because I knew what was going to happen when I get home but I also knew that if I was last much worse would happen. I steeled myself as the house came closer into view. I took a deep breath as I opened the door.

"Tadaima." I said as I walked in and opened the door. I knew that my voice sounded dead but I had gotten used to it from the years of saying it every time I came home.

Silence.

That's what welcomed me when I walked through the door. The thing was that I knew that the silence wouldn't last long.

I slipped off my shoes before making my way into the living room, nobody was there which made one conclusion come to mind. Nobody was home. This made sigh in relief slightly as I made my way upstairs to my bedroom. Opening the door you would see that on the left wall was a bookshelf while on the wall that was directly across from the door had my bed which was length wise against the wall and had a window at the head of the bed closer too the bookshelf, on the wall to the right of me was a desk that had a computer on top of it and was big enough to hold two people at least and next to the desk were two doors- one led to my semi-walk in closet and the other led to the bathroom. On the wall right nest to the door was another bookshelf but instead of books on the bookshelf there were movies and on top of the bookshelf was a tv. I had normal wooden floors and in the center of my room there was a square carpet that has a square kneeling table on it and four square pillows where the chairs would be. If the people that knew me saw my room they would be shocked to see how clean it was, though for me it's not that shocking seeing that I'm OCD and am a major Germaphobe. People wouldn't believe me though because I hide it so well. They would also be shocked at how dark my room is because they assume that I'm this bright person and bright people have bright rooms. My room has a color scheme of black, blood red, and dark purple. My walls, carpet and covers are blood red while my desk, shelves, table, and bed post were black; all my pillows were dark purple. I put my backpack on one of the three hooks that's between my desk and closet door and my sweater on another one.

Knowing that I only had so much time before things took a turn for the worse I grabbed my homework out of my backpack and started working on it.

I was making dinner when the front door slammed open. This is one of the reasons that I hate being on a mountain away from the rest of society because it means that if-when there are screams nobody can hear them. That's exactly what happens. No one hears the screams though I guess now they wouldn't be able to hear them even if they wanted to because I don't scream anymore. I can't scream anymore. There's no point in screaming when you know nothing will change the out come of what's happening. I sighed as heavy footsteps rang throughout the house but kept quiet and continued cooking knowing that if I stopped then the consinqences will be server.

"Dinner better be ready." Was the only thing said to me once my father, if I can even call him that, entered the kitchen.

"It'll be ready in five minutes." I stated in my normal nonchalent voice.

A grunt was the response that I got before he started towards the living room where he will turn on the tv and wait to be served. Because no matter how matter what I think his response to me being his maid is that 'I created you so I can do as I please with you' that's what I've been told since the begining until the point where I had just stopped pointing it out. I finished cooking and plated everything before taking him his portion before heading back to the kitchen and eating my little portion of food. After we were done eating I washed the dishes before standing in the entryway to the living room- back straight, hands at my sides, legs shoulder with apart (this was just so that he knew that I didn't have anything in my hands), face forward, and eyes down casted (I'm not supposed to look him in the eyes because that could be deemed as an act of defiance).

There were a lot of things that my middle school friends never knew about me, this is because I can hide things very well. Though that probably has something to do with me having to do it my whole life. One of the many things that they didn't know was that I have heightened senses. Another is that I have fears, not one but many fears, and they all started here. Right in this very house. They don't know because I hide it so that no body would be suspicious of what's happening to me. They also don't know that I have OCD and that I'm a Germaphobe because they see only what I want them to see which is a bright happy go luck little boy who is obsessed with Volleyball and is on the dumb side. This basically means that my friendship with them is fake but I can't tell them what's really going on because if I do that than Hiroto Hinata will surely murder me and not in a swift and fast kind of way, no he will do it in the most painful way possible if even thought that I told someone.

He looked at me from where he was sitting on the couch for as moment before he stood up and started making his way towards our basement door. Defienetly where no one will hear screams but that's mainly because the basement walls are padded so that they would be soundproof. I followed because this is what I was used to. The basement could be deemed a tourture chamber, it had five seperate rooms once we reached the bottom of the stairs. The first room was a small empty room, small enough that it could fit one little kid in it like a kid that was maybe five years old- that has a normal wooden door. The second room was bigger and it had tubes going into it so that it could be filled- that had a steel door that wont let anything in or out. The third room was a little bigger than the first one but this one has speakers inside of it- that a metal door so that the sounds that came from the speakers intensified. The fourth room was bigger than the second one and it had a bunch of tools inside of it- that had a normal wooden door thought the room was sound proofed. And finally the fifth room, this is the biggest room but that's because it is a play room- had a glass door because there wasn't really anything that wouldn't be seen anyway. There were no lights in any of the rooms except for rooms four and five. Each door had a number on it.

The feeling of dread that I had earlier when walking home was finally coming back as I resigned myself to my fate. I knew what was to come because even if I didn't do anything wrong it would still happen like it has been my whole life.

"Second room."

I followed the order and went into the second room. Once I was in he started to close the door and that when my nonchalences started to change. I felt my heart start to beat faster. Next came the shortening if breath. Finally the sweaty palms. I started to shake. I heard the rushing of water as it started to fill the room, soaking my feet. As the water rose higher I started to silently cry because what was the use of crying or screaming out loud when nothing would come of it.

This was how my fears were born.

In this very house.

In this very basement.

By the very person who is supposed to love me.