I can't remember how long I've been here. It's dark. I don't like it. Let me out. Please. Let me go. Let me be free from this hellhole. ...
I don't remember that much. This is probably just a dream. But I always visit this hole.
...
Nothing else. Just darkness.
...
Am I going mad?
I miss Kacchan.
...
I must be.
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...
I don't feel anything. Nothing to do.
No emotion.
No mama No kacchan No love No emotion No Uraraka No Iida No Tsuyu No All might Nothing Nothing Nothing left.
I will rot here-
....
I feel something,
A distant voice....
"Izuku..."
It says.
"Wake up.."
I can't.
Tell her I can't.
I'm stuck here.
In this pit.
Wait.
It's fading.
...
I'll be back home soon.
—————— Save me. —————— ↠InkoMidoriya↞ "Save my baby.."
My son is laying there. I've been shaking him for 10 minutes now. Is he de....
..
He can't be.
*I call 911.*
—#ring, ring#—
-send the paramedics.-
-address?-
-1234 Lorem Ipsum Dolor sit Amet.-
#click.# "I hope my son is okay..." —————— N O T H I N G L E F T —————— ↠Midoriya↞ "Am I sane?"
Mother still isn't here. I remember her.
I think.
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A faint memory, but clear at the same time. I must climb out of this pit. How did I get here? Am I dead? I don't know. I don't know anything right now. There's nothing, Nothing Nothing left. Nothing left.......
Just silence.
——————
I breathe heavily as I sit up and realize I'm in my room. It looks like my sane is back.
I turn my head and see my mother, Inko Midoriya staring back at me. My first, prioritized question shoots out of my mouth before I can think. "How long was I out?" "Well I called the police, and-" "Mom, answer the question." "When the ambulance got here, they called the exorcists and-" "Wait, wait, wait." ".." Mom fell silent. "I needed an exorcist?" It finally Hit me like a Detroit smash to the head. I must've been possessed. Or the Villans got to me... I don't Remember Anything,
There's nothing.... "Nothing what, Izuku?" Nothing... "You can spit it out, baby!" Nothing.. "..." Nothing left.
—Inko Gasped.— Okay guys so it's Author~Chan here. I feel as If I might've caught depression. I wrote out my feelings in a way, but, to lighten the mood, I'm taking suggestions! If you want to see a ship, suggestions will be open in the comments of the 3rd chapter and on! Oh, and the next chapter will be much longer.