"We are so glad that you are alive ..." he said and touched Omi's hand lightly.
At that moment all alarm bells rang at the young white and with an agility that one would not have expected him to be in his condition, he turned around and knocked Aya away from him with a scream.
Surprised by the violent reaction, he stumbled back a few steps and felt blood trickle down his cheek, where Omi's fingernails had injured his skin.
In disbelief, he felt his wound and stared at Omi in disbelief.
This looked like a wild animal that was pushed into a corner. He gasped heavily and glared at Aya.
At the same moment the door opened and the doctor came in. It didn't take him long to survey the situation, he already had the syringe in his hand.He went up to Omi, but Omi hissed at him like a snake.
Unmoved, he took the blonde by the arm and started the syringe when a fist hit his head hard and almost threw it against the wall. Surprised, the doctor let go of his arm and took a step back. Omi jumped out of bed, causing all the equipment connected to him to shake. The holder for the drip fell to the floor with a clang. Startled by this noise, Omi fled to a corner of the room.
Lured by the unmistakable background noise, Yohji and Ken entered the hospital room and, in disbelief, did not know who to stare at first.
The doctor had recovered a little and called for a nurse. She also rushed in and came to the doctor's aid.
Together they overpowered Omi and were able to give him the sedative.

The nurse put a band-aid on Aya after she disinfected the wound and then left the room.The doctor studied the young men’s pale faces.
"He is being admitted to a psychiatric clinic for further treatment. The staff there is better trained for such cases. The opening times are slightly more limited than here. Our treating psychologist is of the opinion that the three of you shouldn't visit him for the next four weeks for the time being . "

Omi looked out the window. Outside there were pansies of different colors.
Flowers.
That reminded Omi of something, so he closed the window again and sat on his bed.
He didn't feel like remembering. He didn't want to know anything anymore, he just wanted to forget.
But he couldn't. He had tried so hard, but failed to forget all of it. His past caught up with him every night. Every night he woke up screaming and looked around the room in panic. Then he turned on all the lights he had and sat shivering on his bed. He stayed there all the time until morning came and the light of the rising sun made lamps unnecessary.Sometimes he counted the minutes until then, but most of the time the images from his dream had stuck in his head as if he were dreaming on. Even though he was awake.
Five weeks was too much, he couldn't take it anymore. It got worse every night, more real. He didn't turn off the light at all in the evening.
When he woke up it was like they were standing next to him and looking at him.
As if they would hurt him again.
He didn't like the food anymore since he was more or less conscious. He ate little anyway. Just as little as he slept.
He had visitors once a week.
Three men who brought him a bouquet of freesias every time.
He had no idea why they were doing this. He didn't know who they were either. They talked to him a lot and smiled at him the whole time.
But he didn't understand what they were saying.
In general, there were a lot of people here that he didn't know.
A group of them always wore white clothes.The others were seldom seen. They were outside sometimes.
They wore things that were normal.
But they didn't say much.
Most of them didn't want to be seen either.
So they stayed in their rooms.
Like himself.
Sometimes he looked around the big house a little. There was something on every door. Also on the door of his room.
~ Tsukiyono, Granny ~
But he didn't know what that meant.
Or why he was there.
Sighing, he got up and left his room. He went down to the great room. There was food there. But you didn't have to eat anything there. If you weren't there, your food was brought to you.
It was very convenient, but he felt like eating here today.
There was always someone here. Which of the others who wore normal clothes and which of the people who only wore white.
Omi sometimes wondered if it wasn't too boring for them. But maybe they liked white.
He didn't like it.
It looked too friendly.
So pushy.Someone put a plate in front of him and gave him cutlery. He sat for a while and stared at the plate. Then he stuck the knife, got up and went back to the room, on the door of which it said "Tsukiyono, Omi".
He sat on the bed and took out the knife. The sunlight sparkled on the surface. When he held it at a certain angle, his face was reflected in it.
He panicked and dropped it on the floor.
How he hated it.
He hated seeing his face.
It was bad enough to be in that battered body.
He didn't have to look at him too.
After a while he picked up the knife again. At one end there were little spikes in the hard metal.
Carefully he put it on his arm.
He stayed that way for a few seconds.
Then he pressed the cold blade against his skin until blood trickled down his arm.
Panting, he let it fall again, ignoring the tears that streamed down his face.The wound hurt terribly, even though it was not very deep.
Finally he collapsed crying on his bed. There was nothing he could do here, nothing at all.
He was locked up here. Locked up with people he didn't know, who didn't know him.
Every night he experienced again and again all the atrocities that were done to him. That was all he could think of. Pain, blood and tears. He had no more companions here. And no one who understood him, who comforted him.
And then something. Not even death was granted to him. Not even that.
What was his life then ?!
A broken memory that was slowly deteriorating.
Who would want something like that ?!
Sitting around all day thinking. Thinking about how worthless everything has become, how little meaning everything has.
No sense, it all no longer made sense.
Slowly the blood seeped into the bedspread.

Smiling, the young woman shook hands with Aya.
"Come with me, his things are at reception."
The three followed the lady in white into the big building.They patiently sat down and smiled at each other.
Shortly afterwards a man came with a suitcase which he placed in front of her. He gave them a friendly smile too.
"He's almost never doing. He hasn't been injured in three weeks and is even eating again. He's still having trouble sleeping and doesn't talk much. But we're sure things will get better as soon as he gets back." comes into familiar surroundings. "
As if on command, Omi came down the stairs, led by the young woman who had just greeted her. He didn't smile when he saw the three, but he went over to them.
"Omi, there you are! You look good!", Ken jumped up and ran to Omi. He hugged him happily.
Omi showed no reaction but just stood there and let it happen.
Meanwhile, the woman went back to Yohji and Aya.
"We have already discussed everything. All I need here is your signature."
With that she handed them a piece of paper, which Aya signed."We stopped taking the anti-depressants a week ago and his condition is stable. But you will have to look after him a lot. Give him time. Then everything will be fine."
With that she said goodbye and left Omi with them. Yohji and Aya greeted their long-missing friend happily.
Omi had given himself up to his fate. He had already been told that he would come to them and stay there. He would live, sleep, and eat there.
He didn't care. He still didn't know these three any more than he knew the people here.
There, too, he would have nothing to do but think.
About the fact that he had long since lost himself.
About the fact that his whole world was in ruins and the splinters were still enough to cut.
And he would wait.
Waiting.
To the day when everything would finally come to an end.
"Let's go.", Ken said and took his hand.Yohji took his suitcase.
Then they went out and the sun shone happily on them from the sky.
"We are so glad that you are back with us. Now we will stay together forever, I promise."

Waiting...

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There is no happy ending in our world.
Because everything ends in death.
And only when death is a release
Can you be happy in the end.

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Please think about it ^^

Owari

Vanyy