Once again.

470 10 2
                                    


[Izuku's POV]

Well, I guess I'm back to school again.

Getting bullied tortured and suicide baited again.

I still hate my life, very much.

I should've jumped and not listened to Eraserhead's stupid words.

I'm so dumb to believe that he would've help me.

I'm so stupid, so dumb.

Nobody can even save me.

Nobody even wants to save me from this hell.

I'm just a useless nobody.

I laid my head on the table, laying my head on my arms and trying to sleep.

I heard some explosions...

Bakugo: "Look, look. Isn't this the stupid worthless useless nerd right here? Let's beat him up. To death."

I heard his word and I flinched, I was scared.

I want to disappear already.

He's bullying me for years, the pain, torture was even worser then the others.

But now... he's beating me to death?

I might as well die.

After some explosions I heard, I saw some massive big burns on my shoulders and arms.

I was terrified and shaking.

It hurts... so much.

I cant cry though, I must stay strong.

I want to prove to them I'm not pathetic and a weaking.

I'm not an attention seeker.

I wished somebody would listen to my mind, what I'm thinking.

Would everyone love me if I have a quirk?

Would they?.

They would.

Bakugo: "Aww... pathetic 'deku', thinking in your idiotic mind again huh? Your so pathetic, no wonder why your mom died."

I can't believe it.

He bought up my mom.

She did, indeed died.

I feel even sadder now, than ever,

I don't know why I'm still living in this world.

Why am I here.

I wished mom was still here, even if she is bad, she would still take care of me and feed me.

I... miss her.

Some tears was dripping down my cheeks and I could see bakugo laughing.

Bakugo: "Are you upset that your mom is dead? Don't be, because she's gone forever."

I felt angry.

But I can't do anything about it, can I?

Bakugo: "If you miss her so much, can't you just disappear and die like her?"

I would.

I'm such a crybaby.

I deserve nothing but dying.

Luckily, class was over, so bakugo went home straight after saying that out loud in my face.

I went back to my dark and sad home full of sadness.

I showered and went go to my bed, I want to text Eraserhead about what happened today.

Should I text him... maybe he'll think I'm a bother.

But I want to express my feelings, at least. To somebody.

[CHAT WITH ERASERHEAD]

Me: Eraserhead?

Eraserhead: You may call me Aizawa.

Me: Oh okay, aizawa.

Aizawa: Are you feeling alright?

Me: I guess.

not.

Aizawa: Tell me the truth, kid. I know your lying.

Me: I got bullied again.

Aizawa: What happened this time?

Me: I did nothing, he just came and attacked me for being 'quirkless'

Aizawa: Why don't you tell the teachers? Or the principal?

Me: They don't care, at all.

Aizawa: I see, why didn't you tell your parents?

Me: I don't have parents.

Aizawa: So, your an orphan?

Me: I guess so.

Aizawa: Do you have anywhere to stay?

Now he's asking me this?

Wow, just wow.

Me: Yes, i rented a apartment.

Aizawa: Well, where did you get the money to pay the rents?

Me: I do part-time jobs.

Aizawa: a kid as young as you shouldn't be working.

Me: I mean, if I don't then where will I stay anyways? I don't even have money.

Aizawa: I hope your doing alright, if you need any help, please text me.
[END OF CHAT]

Aizawa... out of all people aizawa wanted to help me? There's no way. He's probably lying because he just wants me to feel better, or is he? Maybe I'm just stupid enough to believe his sick lies or was he saying the truth? He wanted to help me and that, but I just can't believe it. Nobody believed me and even wanted to help me, absolutely nobody. But Eraserhead, a pro hero wanted to help me? Really? Is this a dream... let's just see how this goes I guess.

[END OF CHAPTER 3]
[722 words in total]
To be honest... I dont even understand what I'm writing...
Thanks for reading! :)

Thanks for reading! :)

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
DemoralizedWhere stories live. Discover now