TW: blood loss, come/death mention, self-harm, cuts, sharp objects

Hinata ran. maybe he tried to run away from the tears, from the pain, the lonely feeling he had felt for a while. Maybe he just wanted to escape. What was he escaping? The thoughts, the pain, the whispers you decide. Things sometimes are just... too much. And at some point you break down, even for the smallest thing, because we all break.

We are all humans. It's ok. Especially when you've kept too much inside. Especially when you feel constantly as a burden. Especially when you are praised but not understood, especially when you take all the blame. When you can't even understand yourself. When your family doesn't support you like they should. When you are used to critiques. Because you can be cold, wear an unbreakable armor on your feelings, decide that you don't care, but no defence is truly perfect. After all, not even us humans are flawless. That's the fun, right?

Well, Hinata didn't find it funny. Because for a stupid mistake he was accused of things he didn't do. He watched his certainties break with his own eyes, he felt lonely, everyone was slowly leaving his side, the only person left being Kenma. And he couldn't even see the only person left to keep him sane. What's the point of happiness if it isn't forever? Maybe just make us think about how good it was once we had it, and encourage us to search for it. But surely Hinata didn't want to learn this lesson.

And his grades dropping lower did not help.

And his parents divorcing and paying little to no attention to him did not help.

And being constantly yelled at from everyone did not help.

And being grounded did not help.

And his anxiety did not help.

And his fake happiness did not help.

And the sarcasm he started using did not help.

He wanted to scream, but he ran instead.

Until he was without breath, until he saw everything black, until he felt like throwing up, he ran. Until he fell on his knees, and his limitless energy was finished, he ran. And he honestly wanted to continue.

He fell, out of breath, sweating, on the soft grass of a park. He kept trying to push away those bad feelings, anger, sadness, self-harm thoughts, suicidal thoughts... But they were overwhelming. And he was getting overwhelmed, until he stopped pushing those back. He took a shard of glass he found and he did it. Arms, legs, stomach. Everywhere. But that wasn't enough. Just like he didn't feel enough, just like he never felt enough or worthy, so he continued until there was almost no room left. 'I may die from this' he thought. He wasn't stupid like everyone said he was, he wasn't an idiot like he let out, he just was't good at school. But no one cares. Why would they ever care? He was a burden for them. He felt like passing out from the blood loss and he did.

So, as he passed out and stopped running away, the blood didn't.

It was a little more than an hour later that an old lady found him. Obliviously shocked, she called an ambulance. Nobody really knew if the orange haired boy would ever wake up. But if he ever did he would've found out that someone cared. He would've found that he was't a burden. But maybe he will never know. Maybe after that his conscience would lose itself thinking he was destined to be alone and without ever waking up. Or maybe his brown eyes would see the light again and he would use them to see the truth behind it all.

But that's up to you.

A/N

Hi! I wrote this while feeling like this... it's more just me venting. Sorry if it was bad. Also, English is not my first language so tell me if you notice mistakes! Take care please... Ik it sounds cringe but my dms are open. If you wanna vent to a stranger :3. Please do not take Hinata as an example. Everything CAN and WILL get better, so hold on. Somebody cares. Bye!