Crushed Diamonds

This is a Oneshot.

               

OKAYYYY, This is my first real attempt at a serious story. Right off the bat, this ain't for the faint of heart. I think this is a given, but spoilers for Danganronpa: Tigger Happy Havoc, trial 2. Tell me about typos and grammar mistakes so I can fix them. Mmk, have fun and remember that Taka wasn't right and suicide is never the answer! This is also not meant to glorify suicidal tendencies. STAY SAFE!

                Taka was done.

                He had nothing.

                He was nothing.

             Taka glared daggers at the floor, as if it were the floor that had taken his bro away.

Bro..... his bro. Thoughts of Mondo raced through his head at record speed. He would have accepted him even with his secret! Oh god, Mondo could have actually killed his brother and Taka would still love him!

He took in a large, shaky breath.

"Love him?", the hall monitor whispered to himself.

            Did he really love Mondo? Taka remembered all those times he had wished that his kyodai would hold his hand, that he could move closer to him. The red eyed boy looked at his hands and clenched them. He could feel the tell-tale signs of tears about to spill.

Why.

WHY?!

       Mondo didn't need to kill Chihiro. If, if he had just gone with them-

         Fat, salty tears poured out of his eyes as if the ruby colored orbs were faucets that had rusted over and couldn't stop. The only sound in the room was his heartbroken sobs. He couldn't hear himself over his thoughts. The thoughts were too loud, so loud...

          All Taka could see was lavender eyes, and his ridiculous, soft golden hair. He could feel the pressure building up inside of his body. His thin body, the body he used to take care of, shook violently as his sobs racked it.

It was that stupid bear. Monokuma took Mondo away from him.

        He couldn't breath, couldn't see, couldn't speak. He needed to get to the bathroom, maybe he could splash some cold water in his face. He stood, but the days he had spent locked in his room, no the dormitory. His room was back home. At his father's house.

                 The days he had gone without food, and little water with restless sleep had left him a shell of his former self. He felt dizzy; Taka stumbled into the bathroom. The neon lights hurt his eyes, but that didn't matter. His gaze fell upon the mirror, where the same dull pair of red eyes looked back at him. He had to balance himself by holding onto the rim of the sink. The cold white porcelain seemed to seep into his hands; he had gotten very pale. The ultimate sniffled as he looked at his reflection. The dark circles under his eyes were disgusting. He was disgusting. Hollow cheeks, thin frame, and unkempt hair were a look he had neer seen on himself before. The tear tracks glistened on his pearly white skin. If only he could see Mondo again. He would tell him, he would tell him about his feelings. But would Mondo even accept him? Would he be grossed out that Taka liked men? Would he like him back?