Don't Cry. (Denki Angst)

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 2☃︎

                           ᗴᐯᗴᖇYTᕼIᑎᘜ?"
               Tʜᴀᴛ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴛ sʜᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ.
    I ᗯIՏᕼ TᕼᗩT ᐯOIᑕᗴ ᑕOᑌᒪᗪ ՏᕼᑌT ᑌᑭ.
                      IT scares me..
         𝓲𝓯 𝓘 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸?

                                                                                                                                                                                                            
                                ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

That was..therapeutic-

                       𖠌*knock knock*𖠌

"I'm coming in"

That voice, it's kirishima...wait my diary-

"Yo denki bro, bakubro said you were sick? so I came to check on you!" he says whilst closing the door

I push the book behind me, I think he sees but he doesn't say anything about it? So I guess he didn't.

"Oh, yeah! *cough cough* I have like such a bad stomach ache, don't think it would let anything go down" I lied, as I get into my bed.

"Oh man! I brought some cake that Uraraka apparently made? Weird I know! I didn't want you to miss it since it was getting finished pretty quick" he rubs his head "well I'll just put it here for when you feel better" he places it on my messy desk "it's actually pretty good! Hope you get better soon bro!"

He then leaves the room and closes the door behind him.

Why is he acting like he cares? I almost believe it but then it's that stupid, stupid! voice again 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝...𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 '𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨' 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐨𝐡 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝! 𝐇𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞! 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐢𝐠.

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My head is a mess! The voice just won't stop! I-I want...I want it to go away, b-but it won't I dont know what to do..don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. I fall to my knees

𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘂𝘁.

.....⚠︎⚠︎⚠︎𝕋𝕎: 𝕊𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞.⚠︎⚠︎⚠︎ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

We all have a bathroom in our dorms, I'm pretty sure everyone has something they want to hide in the bathroom, you know? Something they find embarrassing? Some people have special makeups that they don't want others to use, some have comic books or magazines they will never get caught reading! But..me? I have blades.

A whole ton of them!

Different sizes, different shapes.

You'd be surprised with the amount of pencil sharpeners that get left lying around in the classroom.

"Just one cut"
"Yeah, just one and I'll be done!"

That's what I said to myself

"It wasn't that deep so it doesn't count."

So I cut again

"Its taking so long to bleed, maybe one more?"

I did it again.

"That one didn't hurt! It needs to hurt."

𝐶𝑈𝑇, 𝐶𝑈𝑇, 𝐶𝑈𝑇.

It's addicting...you wouldn't understand.

𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫.
                             
Then it hit me, the regret.

The realization of what I had done.

And I hated myself for it.

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