Why are you all looking at me like that?
It was a logical hiding place.
I can't believe you all just didn't see me.
It's not my fault.
I even made it soo obvious too.
I was standing there while the people were watching me until I got a phone call. The ringing sound made it obvious who this was. I had an extra ringing sound for my mother and this was her. I hated it but there was nothing I could do about it at all.
Oh no.
Why is she calling?
She never calls me.
I wonder what's the reason this time.
Does she need some new beer cans or something?
Don't tell me she wants me to buy them again....
Oh please let this be nothing.
Me: Sorry have to pick this one up. It's my mom.
That was all I said to the heroes and the others before I went for a quiet room. There was no way I was allowed not to pick it up. I would love it if I couldn't pick it up but I also knew that once I git back my mom would scold me more than anything else. Beating would follow soon after that too and I didn't wanted that.
So once I went into the room, I made sure to close the door behind me before picking up.
Me: Yes?
Mom: Where are you?
As if you ever cared where I am...
Why are you doing this?
Me: Outside.
Mom: Where?
What do you mean where?
You never care!
Why would you want to know....
OH NO!
Don't tell me she wants...
NO!
NO NO NO NO NOOO!
This is bad.
I don't want to go home.
What should I say?
I can't tell her I am here....
Me: ...
Mom: The damn school just called me!
WHAT!
That's impossible...
Wait a moment.
Are you drung or high?
SHIT!
This will so end badly for me.
I can't take this any longer.
Why does this always have to be me.
I am tired of this.
I am scared.
I don't want too!
Me: ...
Mom: Get your ass to school right now!
Me: ... Mom today is a holiday.
Mom: Stop lying to me.
Me: I am not...
Mom: Get your lazy ass home immediately!
I am really not lying.
And if I get back you will only beat me up more!
I know it!
I can feel it.
You will do that.
I know you will also let me live and not kill me.
I don't want that anymore.
Why can't you just kill me?
You don't even see me as your son!
So why?
Just let me get away with it.
Leave me alone... please.
Me: I can't mom.
Mom: Do it or else!
I knew what the else meant and the moment she said that, it freaked me out. That else meant nothing good and I knew from experience. We might not have a dungeon, a cellar, an attic or a basement but we did have this one room my father used for his invention.
It used to be a nice room. I could barely remember how it really looked like.
My father had this fire breathing quirk and he was a support hero. In other terms he made really cool gadgets for heroes. Everyone used to come to him and that was also why I was so obsessed with heroes.
They were cool. My father used to tell me to help people in need however I could. He said that was what we Midoriyas do. Each generation someone would find a jobe related to heroism or supporting them. We had police officers, detectives, heroes, wupport heroes, gadget makers and soo much more in our family.
One could even say it is in our DNA.
That room was the one room where my dad used to tinker and create his inventions. It was filled with different utensils as well as materials.
Now...
Well now it was a blood covered room.
My mom created this room after she startes drinking after his death.
She had chains on the wall so could chain me up. There was no escaping out of it and I tried breaking the chains and soo much more but I never managed to get out.
I screamrd over and over again but no one came to help me.
The reason for that was that this toom was sound proof for a reason. Things used to explode and get loud in my father's days. Now it was just filled with screams.
I can't!
I...
Please!
Who ever hears my silent plea...
God... Satan or anyone else...
Please make this the last time.
I can't endure this for long.
I am broken and I am disposal.
So please!
Let it be my end.
I beg you!
Please!
I don't want to live anymore.
Nothing good will ever happen.
My life isn't my own.
I don't care what happens anymore.
Just make it painless...
I can't bear the pain anymore....
Me: I'll be home in a couple of minutes.
Mom: Good.
Me: ...
My mom hang up on me as I looked at my phone with shaky hands.
Me: dammit!
I looked at my shaky hands as it became clear that there was no way that I could actually get them to stop. I had no controll over it and this was a natural reaction to it. Still I was in an orphanage and there 2 heroes not to mention the kids. I had to at least cover it up for them.
I wasn't worth for their worries. In fact I would appreciate it if that would be my last day on this planet. All I knew was hardship and pain. Nothing other than that.
It was getting tiresome and I had stopped feeling a lot of emotion a long time ago. It was as if they had died down one by one. All I knew was worry and pain as well as relieve from time to time.
There was no happiness, no pleasure, no fun anymore.
Me: *sigh*
Taking a deep breath in and out, I decided to try and calm down first. I had to fake it till I made it. That was what I've been doing for so long. After all I wasn't worth of their attention nor did I wanted any of them.
Better get my shit together.
I can't worry the kids.
They will notice the shaking.
Smile Izu!
Smile!
You can do it.
Smile as you always do.