Stormy Mind

Chapter 1

-Around 9 years later-

You jumped out of the sweat soaked sofa. You lived in a one bedroom apartment so you had to sleep on the sofa. Scratching your arms violently, "It was just another nightmare." You told yourself while silently crawling out of your bed. After pulling the familiar battered jacket around yourself, you creeped to the bathroom down the hall. It seems like each one of your near silent footsteps echoed all the way to Antartica.

One you made it to the bathroom, you shaky hands turned on the faucet. The icy water was running over your shaky hands. You could still feel the sticky, warm blood on your hands. So you scrubbed, scrubbed your hands until the skin was raw and they were on the verge of bleeding. By now you had calm down and come to your senses. You flooded your brain with a multitude of chemicals, to calm you down and help you return to your usual, emotionless demeanor.

You opened the cabinet and pulled out bandages, a piece of cloth, and some rubbing alcohol. You cautiously turned off your pain receptors. Methodically, you poured some of the alcohol on the cloth and carefully dabbed it on your wounds. You used the last of the bandages to wrap your arms, successfully stopping the bleeding. 'We need more bandages and more coffee, I should go shopping later.' You continued to list all the things you needed to buy in your mind as you touched up the concealer on your neck, to hide the scars. 

You gazed at your reflection in the stained mirror. You gazed at dark circles that never seem to disappear under your dull e/c orbs. Your appearance resembled how you felt. You were eternally exhausted. 'Insomnia sucks' you thought to yourself.

After this, you went to go make breakfast for yourself and Mikko-san, if breakfast wasn't on the table by the time she woke up, she would get mad.

This wasn't the worst foster home, in fact it was quite the opposite. This was one of the best homes you'd been in. Sure, Mikko-san would get angry sometimes, but she never did anything to you. Sometimes when she had a long day and she was frustrated she would yell and throw some plates, but never at you. You had to pay for all your own stuff and take care of the house, but nothing crazy.

After breakfast was made, Mikko-san went off to work. Since it was the weekend, you had the day off. You efficiently washed the dishes and took care of all of the other chores. Since you completed all your other task you decided to go shopping. You slipped on your usual uniform of jeans and a f/c top, pulling the dark, comforting, worn jacket on you. You snatched your wallet and dashed out the door. You rushed to the local corner store with your mental list of everything you needed to buy.

You lived in a red light district. It was a crime stricken area. The hero's didn't care about this place and neither did the villains. It was ruled by petty criminals and gangs. In no way was this a place suitable for a child to live, but it was home, you were raised here. Sure, you were moved from home to home but this is we're you spent the majority of your life. You could take care of yourself.

You had a job, you had too. You worked the night shifts for that old goat at the convenience store. You had a fake I.D. and your disheveled appearance always made you look older than you were, so could get a job anywhere. At this point in your life you were a skilled liar. But the old goat understood you so even if he was sometimes a jerk, and your pay was usually late you stayed. 

You entered the old goats store, quickly grabbed the bandages, the coffee, and whatever else you needed, paid for them at the counter with whatever little money you had, and left. No one who lived here liked to stay in the open for too long.

Once you got back to your current foster home, you hastily put away all the groceries, and decided to focus on your homework. The school year was coming to a close, so your only homework was to fill out a form for what high school you wanted to go too. You pondered for a moment, you really had no desire to do anything. When you were a kid you wanted to be a hero. You always did like helping people. Well, you weren't a kid anymore, but you really had no idea what you wanted to do, so becoming a hero was as good of a idea as any. Everyone did always say you were a villain, what better way to prove them wrong than becoming a hero.

You rapidly did a search for hero schools and decided, you were going enrol in the hero course at UA high school. It was the #1 school in Japan for heros in training. But this meant that millions of people would be trying to enrol as well. A spot in the hero course had to be earned. Which meant you would have to take the entrance exam. How annoying.