Broken Porcelain (BNHA x Abused! Reader) [DISCONTINUED]

No Hope ***1

WARNINGS: I made the characters a different age, because I don't really want the character to be 15. So everyone is at least 16-17. You can switch out your age. I don't care.

I will also be switching POV's, but only when absolutely necessary.

There is also going to be severe abuse, suicidal thoughts and a short rape scene in this chapter. Keep in mind, I understand that some people are sensitive to these topics. But these are inspired by either 1) Research and 2) Experience. That's all. Continue reading.

3rd Person POV***

"Mom!"

The woman looked kindly at the seventeen year old, who had run to her with a UA acceptance letter in her hand. Who was that girl? You, of course! She spread her arms, gesturing for you to give her a hug.

You did so eagerly, bathing in the smell of her floral perfume and warmth. She stroked your head comfortingly. 

"What's the rush, sweetheart? Did your father break his thumb with the toaster again?"

You giggled at the memory. "No, mother. I got my letter! The one from UA!"

She smiled, pleased. You had been training for this day your entire life, with the help of your father and the positivity of your mother. They had encouraged you to be a hero, one who understands the villains motives and why they are the way the are. Someone who saves everyone, even the villains themselves. "Well, open it. We need to see if you made it!"

You frowned. "But what if I didn't? What if they don't accept me?" she smiled. 

"Whether they accept you or not doesn't matter, sweetheart. All that matters in that you put your all into it."

Y/n woke up, sad to see it was only a dream. But what did she expect? It's not like her parents have ever said anything relatively close, even when she was a toddler. She heard a loud crash from downstairs.

'Time to get ready for school, I guess.'

Y/n stood up, but painfully so. Her body was covered in scars, old and new, from her torturous parents. Grabbing her clothes from the small cupboard near her bed, she walked over to the door, carefully peeking around before stepping out fully. She tiptoed to the bathroom, begging not to be caught. Luckily, she got to the bathroom, but not before hearing her mother scream her name. Or rather, her mother's "nickname" for her. "Fumeiyo! Get your ass up now!" (Author's note: Fumeiyo means "disgrace" in Japanese.) Y/n sighed, carefully closing the door to the washroom before stripping and turning on the water.

As she showered, she thought about the only thing she could focus on--school. 'I wonder what they're going to do to me today?' she thought, rinsing her hair. Her classmates  frequently teased her--making fun of small things, like the bags under her eyes, to things that stung, like her weight. Y/n knew she was underweight. I mean, her "parents" barely fed her. That was not something she could really control, but she never complained. After all, she was mute.

She heard her cruel nickname being called again. "Fumeiyo! If I have to call you again, I'm coming up there and beating you!" 

Y/n hurriedly got out of the shower, drying herself before throwing on her uniform. She dried her h/c hair, quickly running a brush through it before darting out the bathroom and do the living room. Her drunken mother was leaning against the wall, trying to keep herself upright while holding a bottle of strong alcohol. Y/n glanced at her mother's slumped form before glancing down quickly. She cleared her throat quietly.