Makoto woke in an all white room, confused and completely disoriented. He honestly wasn't sure where he was or how he had gotten there. He felt weak and his limbs felt heavy and the room was so blindingly white, it hurt to open his eyes. All a familiar feeling. But familiar from where?
Everything, absolutely everything hurt. His arms, his legs, head, back, and especially his chest. Oh, how his chest ached, almost as if his heart had been ripped right out. … the hand dangling a few inches from his face. That's when he began to piece together where he was..
"H-Haru-ka." Makoto mumbled, trying to look around him.
The train. … That's right, something hit the train and it.. It tipped
His heart raced, it's beating resounding throughout his being, as his breaths came out shorter and shorter.
There was blood, and an only increasing amount of it pooling next to him, all of it coming from his Haruka's head, his black hair lying everywhere in a mess.
No! His hair was brown, dark brown, so dark Makoto got it confused as black. Yeah, tha-that was definitely it!
His eyes… They were open, but... no longer had that glow in them, not even a slight glow. No, they were dull as if all their blue light had left them.
NO! Green! They were definitely green! Haruka has green eyes, not blue! Green just like sea foam, not-... Not ocean blue, so why, WHY did they look that way in his memories!? It was driving Makoto insane!
There was no life in them at all anymore.
Makoto gasped for air and tried to call out Haruka's name again, the horrifying images flashing through his mind once again. He couldn't breathe and if he could he would scream. Something was wrong, really wrong.
He looked down at his hands. They were trembling and god, it suddenly felt so hot! Makoto sat up and ripped off his shirt, flinging it to the other side of the room. He needed to breathe, air, but it seems that his lungs would not let him, and that retched smell wasn't helping. An awfully horrid smell that made him gag and unable to breathe.
A door. There was a door in the corner of the room. If Makoto could just get to it… Maybe he could get help.
Help… That's right, Haruka needed help. He didn't look so good, a-and it already started to feel colder… no longer had that glow.
No! Haruka was fine! He- he was just sad because of that guest, r-right? He wouldn't maybe they were just scratches, but once he realized how bad some were and how many, he realized that there was no way they were just an accident. Maybe Makoto was wrong. Maybe they were just an accident. He wouldn't know. What would it mean, anyway? … some actually formed words. 'IDIOT'. 'FAT'. 'ATTENTION SEEKER'. WORTHLESS'. 'FAGGOT'... Why those words in particular? It's not like they meant anything. ...Why would someone, presumably himself, do that to him? "He wouldn't." He would have no reason to! "You think I have an eating disorder?" "That wasn't true." It was just speculation! "I don't know, maybe?" … trying to get away with eating considerably less than he should… Passing thoughts that meant nothing. "Manami-kun, you need to eat more than just an apple, and I'm sure you know that." "It wasn't just him." Makoto knew it, too. "Manami-kun." "No, his name is Haruka Nanase, not Manami!" "Do you mean as in split personalities?" … "your roommate's name is Haruna Manami. "Haruka! It's Haruka!"
A/N: Sorry for not updating for forever and then returning with this little bit of all things. I literally kept thinking about how I need to update, but whenever I did, I wasn't at home so I couldn't. And then by the time that I got home I had forgotten about it. Not to mention I finally got my microphone hooked up a few days ago, so I have been toying around with that a lot. (I would be now if I were home, too, but I'm actually on break...)
But anyway, I did have a lot of fun writing this chapter, not that I was sure about what I was doing... Hopefully you found it enjoyable as well!