Break through walls

'Get a quirk you stupid f*ck!'

Dear Diary,

I was a late bloomer. All the kids thought I didn't have a quirk and teased me for it, the teachers looked down on me for it, I wasn't treated like a human being. That's a reason why I hate our society. If people stopped obsessing over quirks; if people stopped taking advantage of them for money or fame or popularity; they'd notice how blessed they were to have them in the first place. Quirks give us humans a way to defend ourselves, even if many don't know how to use theirs properly. Our instincts will choose fight or flight mode in a dangerous situation, it's proven science; because of all the luxuries we have most will choose flight. However, what would happen if flight was taken away and you had to fight in order to flight? We are able to do that with quirks. Children who haven't established or, 'unlocked', their quirks don't have it so easy though. That's what I learned at just the young age of 4. Me and my mother were walking on a park trail, I was already supposed to manifest my quirk and was deemed quirkless. My mother was simply trying to cheer me up with my favorite things from all the extensive bullying at school. I felt like I was dying from it, having all your friends turn on you just because your not like them betrays your trust and makes you feel like your being eaten inside out from the guilt. It makes you want to change, she was just trying to take the pain away like the good mother she was. My hell of a world began in a downwards spiral on that day. It still haunts me 11 years later. But this isn't about present me. It's about all the bullying I was put through in my past.

11 years earlier from now I went to the doctor to see about my quirk, they told me I was quirkless and I became heartbroken. I was only brought more heartbreak the next day at school.

"Hey (Y/n)! What did the doctor say?" My best friend, Miko, ran up to me and asked. I was afraid to tell her, but thought 'she'll accept it, right?', oh how wrong I was.

"They said I don't have a quirk..."

"You don't have a quirk?! Your so weird! Get away from me freak!" She screamed it's for everyone to hear.
They verbally abused me in elementary school.
They physically abused me in middle school.
My mom wasn't there to help me escape my fathers words and hands, she left me to suffer. Though I don't blame her since his world is a cruel place. I just wish I could tell everyone one thing.

I wanted to tell all of them, my friends at school, my father, and especially my mother,

That I was sorry.

-(Y/n)