Blankly staring down at the world below you, you felt yourself slowly leaning towards the edge before an arm pulled you back to reality.
"What the hell are you doing (M/n)!" a woman yelled, gripping onto your shirt as she pulled you away from the alluring edge.
"relax I wasn't gonna do anything...I was just admiring the view is all..." you lied.
The truth is, ever since the word got out that you could no longer play volleyball. You were instantly tossed to the side and forgotten about. The only thing left is that horrible nickname...
'The Fallen God...'
Groaning quietly, you reluctantly sat down on the cold wooden floor as the woman sighed. Looking down at you as you gave a cold stare twords the now closed balcony door.
"(M/n), not being able too play volleyball is no reason to keep this type of behavior up. Your father trusted me to keep you safe while he was away, I don't want you trying to jump off the balcony or cutting yourself again!"
"I know it's hard loosing something you love but that doesn't justify you trying to cut your life short!" the woman said, crouching down to your level and grabbing your face.
sighing in defeat, you gave a small nod of approval as the woman gave a smile. stepping away from you as she walk off twords the kitchen.
"(M/n), I mean it...no more...please." she said before disappearing down the hall.
"Alright Aunt Kate. I'll try..." you mumbled.
laying flat on your back, your (eye) color eyes stared intensely at the ceiling above you.
It had been a few months since your trip to the hospital and so far it's been nothing but pain and guilt. After you were discharged your father had sent you to stay with your aunt in Miyagi prefecture while he stayed in Tokyo and did a bit of work.
Recently you had been feeling lonely and depressed. When you came here your aunt was more than happy to have you around but as time went on you couldn't help but feel like a burden to her.
You had started hurting yourself and attempting suicide more often then before, you had already been sent to the hospital multiple times until they had ultimately given up and put you on lock down. You weren't allowed outside until you were no longer verified as a threat to yourself and others.
Your life truly had flipped since the incident. But no matter, you had recently taken up the hobby of Art and music.
So far it's been a good way to pass time and cope with your stress. Although your life had gone to shit in your opinion, your aunt still tried to help you see the bright side of things.
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Your Pov. ||
'what am I doing...it's only a game...'
taking a breath, I sat up from my laying position and stood. Looking around at the room around me, my eyes scanned over the plants, furniture, and pictures that decorated until they stopped on a certain photo.
walking over, I took the photo into my calloused hands as I eyed the picture.
Infront of an old Oak tree stood three figures, a man, woman, and a small child. The man wore a black while the woman wore a long and flowy dress, and the child wire a simple button up shirt and pants.
The three smiled at the camera, happiness and love evident in their faces as the breeze blew, small petals and leafs can be seen in the background.
Putting the photo back into it's original place, I stretched my arms above my head as a satisfying pop could be heard. Walking off down the hall, I passed various childhood photos and paintings.
stopping infront of a large (f/c) door, I swung it open as the smell of (f/s) entered my nose. Calming down a bit, I walked over to my bed and thew myself onto it. Instantly being overtaken by the familiar warmth and comfort it provided, and drifting off into a deep slumber.
'tomorrow is always another day...'
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