Traumatized

Chapter 5

IZUKU POV

The rest of the weekend I stayed locked in my room. I only left to eat and grab more liquor. Time seemed to stand still as my thoughts kept harassing me about the day before. My head felt like it was going to explode with all the noise filling it.

"Why won't they just shut up..."

I curled back the bottle of whisky and took a big swig. Looking at the clock it was already late and I had school tomorrow.

"Shit not that place again."

I took the bottle back with me to my room taking another swig along the way. My room was a mess of clothes and paper scattered everywhere. I set the bottle on the nightstand before pulling my knife out of the drawer. The blade was getting dull and you could see faint blood stains on it.

"Damn... looks like I'll have to get a new one tomorrow."

Sitting back on the bed I took another swig before I pressed the blade to my wrist. With each slice the voices grew quiet. My head was silent. I took one last swig out of the bottle before I passed out on the bed. The world seemed to stay still in the last few moments before I fell asleep and I heard a voice I'd never heard before.

"Why..."

The voice was calm. It wasn't aggressive or condescending, it was worried. It wanted to help. As I drifted into sleep I could only wonder where this lone voice came from.

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Two months had passed since the music store incident. I had saved up plenty for that guitar but I couldn't bring myself to go back. I didn't want to risk running into them. How could I? Im such a fuck up that brings bad fortune. The school day went by surprisingly fast. No one talked to me. Most people would say that's a bad thing, but for me it meant a day without being bullied. Packing up for the day I grabbed my bag and threw in my headphones. I made my way through the front gate when an idea popped in my head. "Todays been good." That one thought was all that was needed for me to stop by the music store. Before I knew it I was standing outside of the shop. I just stared at the door and clenched my fist for what seemed like forever. I slowly reached for the door. Before I could grab the handle the door swung open.

"Midoriya man it's been awhile." Shoni, the owner of the shop pulled me in and before I knew it we were standing at the counter talking. "Man where have you been hiding this whole time?"

"Oh you know I've just been really busy with school. Has the shop been busy lately?" I gave him a fake smile trying to change the topic.

"It's been steady, but I've got a talent night tomorrow," He gave off a smile pointing towards a poster. "I wanted to try something new. It will give people a chance to show off their skills, plus it may inspire people to pick up something new.

"Look at you trying something new." I gave him a small chuckle

"Yeah if it goes well I may do these once a month." He looked down at the counter. " So what brought you in here today? Are you looking for a new board?"

"Not exactly I was wanting to get a guitar."

"Oh look at you branching out finally."  He gave a light chuckle

"Actually the opposite. It will make the process for my music smoother and less time consuming in the long run." I began to relax a bit as the conversation went on. "Actually there was one I liked the last time I was here."

"Hey there."

I was frozen. I knew that voice. "Shit not now. Fuck why of all days did it have to be today. Can't I have one good day."