My mind was a blur most the class, shooting from memory to memory.
Thinking about the future (A.K.A thinking about scuicide)
Thinking about everything.
"Idiot"
"Worthless"
"Go kill yourself!"
"You're a nobody!"
"Eww! A germ!"
Every insult made me think about my appearance, myself, why I was born, everything. I was curled up on the floor, and was crying. Soon they started to kick me. And punch me. And stomp on me..
"Midoriya! Pay attention!"
"S-sorry sir!"
If word got to dad he would be pissed. I did my best to pretend like I was listening.
I wasn't at all
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"Midoriya!"
"Yes d— sir?"
"Were you not paying attention in class?"
Dammit.. he always knows everything!
"Y-yes sir.."
"Mother fucker.."
I already knew what I had coming for me.
I already gave up
________________________________ ow... he beat me worse today... does he hate me more?
I think he just recently mourned her loss.
"No food tonight."
I just looked up at him. It wasn't a glare, i just wasn't strong enough to respond
I did my best to leave the living room and go to my room, but I could barely drag myself.
"Nope. You sleep on the floor tonight. Understand?"
"Y..yes"
He dragged me onto the kitchen floor.
"No blankets."
He walked to his room. I knew I couldn't crawl onto the carpet, because he would notice and beat me again for not following directions.
I closed my eyes
"Dad! Stop!"
"It's your fault she died! You got a quirk, you should have used it!"
"I didn't have enough time! I'm not fast enough yet!"
"And don't call me 'dad', you mistake of a child. Its sir."
It's funny how fast I adjusted to constant pain.
He wanted me to be perfect. If i ever stepped out of line, I was gonna get beaten.
Slowly, I shifted from thinking about bad memories, to dreaming about them
I woke up.
"Get up, and get dressed before I make you wish you were never born."
"Yes.. sir"
I got up, and walked to my room