●~Not All There Anymore~● |BEING REWRITTEN|

|10| The World Just Keeps Taking

Please. Why don't you love me? Why can't you love me enough to stay alive? I promise, I'll make you proud. I'll do anything. Please, just tell me what I need to do to be enough. Please,  just love me. I need you to. I need at least one person to love me. Wake up. It's so cold. I'm cold. I need you. Please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, just wake up. I don't want you to go.

No. No no no. It's not my fault! I'm sorry mom! I wish I had a quirk! I'm sorry dad left! I'm sorry for everything I did to you! Please! I don't want to do that! I'm not gonna fall off a roof! Why are you saying this, mom? I said I was sorry!

I'm so sick of this. So sick of trying. So sick of nightmares. So sick of reliving your death. It's not my fault you couldn't pull yourself together. It's not my fault you and dad decided to have a kid before you were stable enough for one. It's not my fault you relied on dad and never got your own job. Stop blaming me! I tried so damn hard for you. Stop telling me to give up! Stop it! I am not useless! I've saved people! Stop it!

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Izuku shot up, breathing heavily. For once, he had actually remembered his nightmares. It wasn't pretty. She did it because of me. She heard what I said. No. She couldn't have. She was asleep. Right? Izuku let out a broken and dry sob, shoving his head in his knees. He tugged at his hair, trying to bring himself out of it. It wasn't the time for crying. He had school tomorrow, dammit! These emotions didn't matter, they weren't going to fix anything.

A creaking from the ceiling.

Izuku looked up to see that leaves and small bit of light trash had made it way in from the broken window, the storm outside blowing them in. The cold wind whipped through his green curls and tore the moisture from his eyes and mouth. He blinked, looking around to try and find something to board up the window from his spot in bed.

A groaning from the ceiling.

Izuku grumbled as he found nothing and pulled on his light blue jacket and blanket. He bundled up under the limited warmth and tried to ignore the cold air and howling wind as he shivered beneath the thin layers. He didn't get very far in his endeavor to sleep as a crack of lightning and the booming of thunder made him shoot up, breathing heavily. It was too similar to the theft he had committed, and there was no way he would be able to sleep like this. He reached into his bag for his phone, instead opting to look through the news.

A dripping of water from the ceiling.

Izuku looked at his hand as a single drop of cold water splashed onto it, creating a small puddle. It was soon followed by many more, splashing and dripping. Groaning and creaking filled his ears as Izuku looked around his bed. Water was driving down the mattress, gradually getting faster and faster. The creaking got louder. The groaning gave way to wind whistling in through cracks.

A chunk of plaster from the ceiling.

Izuku nearly screamed as a chunk of the roof fell right beside his bed. His body shook as he looked up above his bed. Wet spiderwebbed cracks ran across the plaster, rain water running in their wake. The roof sagged as it creaked under the weight of such a heavy storm. The rotting wood was finally doing it's damage. Chunks of the roof hung off of pipes and rotted support beams, the metal barely keeping it upright.