In need of help | Kiribaku

7.

I am Mic
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Bakugou pov

Fuck FUCK FUCK AHHH
I start laughing at how pathetic I actually am.
Overstepping boundaries hah! What kind of idiot am I?!
Can it get anymore ridiculous? Just when I thought I had it, I ruined it all over again.

Guess the fuck up in me is showing again.

I look at the box in my wardrobe but remember its summer and I am wearing t-shirts and tops.. Fuck. But its way to tempting. I turn around but then my view falls on the window and I cant resist. "Fuck it" I whisper to myself.

They won't find out, will they?
I mean, they could but you are normally capable of hiding that shit. And who says you should use your arms? On your hips or thigh, nobody will know. Plus the clothing rubbing against it, will remember you of how much of a fuck up are. Yeah, I guess so..

I sigh and get the box out, but where to go?
The bathroom? No that would be suspicious. I dont want to be suspicious.
Or? Well I could stop if he comes back.. But would I cry?
Nah the bathroom is fine. Just say you pooped.

Anyway, its too late to think about it. The urge to do it now is too big, so I almost run to the bathroom, lock the god damn door and slide down the wall sitting on the cold ground.

I open the box, getting greeted by several types of blades. I chose wisely and start with a new one. I pull my shorts up to where usually no one sees my skin and press my pale skin down so the blade goes in deeper.

At first I only let the blade slightly over my skin and while pulling I get deeper and deeper letting, depending on the depth, more blood free and I see how it runs down leg.

The colour, the created pain, the way my blood is set free from my hideous body, only with the different to water, it has no actual place to go where it belongs, other than my body. I still like it. It still satisfies my urge. I cant really describe why exactly I had the urge to get rid of the feelings inside my body this way, at least for a moment but I had to.

He has reasons to get away from me. He is probably on his way to the teachers office where he can report my crazy behavior, I get kicked out of UA and he gets to live more peaceful as far as its possible when you train to fight villains. But at least he is free from me.

Maybe he knew from the very beginning that something is off with me. He has a pretty good flair for that shit, so maybe it IS out of pity...

Other than that, there is the fact that I have a terrible way of dealing with other people. Only shouts and insult but what can you do when you come from a household where there is a lot of shouting and high pressure to perform, ah yes right.

Go the easy way and die. I am not only weak but also a fucking coward who isnt able to deal with his problems and instead runs away from them.

Oh wow, I am actually surprised that you came to that conclusion all by yourself! I had to do less work. You learn so fast, Kat. su. ki~

Shup up, I know you want me to say you are a genius and right now you might be. I dont give a fuck. I just want it to be over with.

Now that I look at it, there are actually alot of cuts. One, two, three,.. nine? How long did I think about shit?

However, I need to clean this useless piece of human, that I should call myself, up. But how the fuck do I do that? I guess one of my black washing cloth will do the job.
So I let warm water run over it, absorbing the liquid.

I first wipe away the almost dried blood around the cuts to spare the hurtful part for last. Just the slightest touch of it makes me wince in pain because it burns.

Still, some blood keeps on seeping through and it forces me to bandage it. What a shitty spot to cut..

No, its just for now, think about the fact that nobody will notice its there! Plus don't be a pussy and wear sweatpants, its that easy.

I think about what the voice says and it makes sense.

I slowly bandage it, taking my time to do it properly so it won't slip in any case. Every new layer hurt and it starts heating up making me sweat, which means I have to be extra careful with my quirk or I'll blow something up..

Its a love hate relationship with me and my quirk. Its bound to destroy and kill but it also can be hard to control it at times, especially when you are a depressed little piece of shit that isnt capable of anything.

I pull up my boxer again and get dressed with my black sweat pants, leaving my shirt where it was because its wayyy too hot.

I would go downstairs to see where Kirishima is but first probably wouldnt want to see me anyways and second, my ego is too big for that.

With the desicion of staying in here I start to clean our rooms in hope that this will make up for what happened earlier. Even if its just a bit.

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