I start crying out for help in vain. I look around the black room. I scream again and again. Nobody answered the only thing that answered was the mumbling but I couldn't hear those. The blood is starting to reach my neck. The once fear full eyes are emerging from the blood and looking at me like I'm a monster of some sort.
They look so fearful. The dripping of the blood is louder. The wave of blood is moving back and forth making a loud swishing sound. It makes me want to throw up. The sound reminds me of the dad I killed my daddy. The cops footsteps as they rushed through the door and the people telling me it's okay when in reality it wasn't okay. The sound of Daddy dropping to the floor as the knife was impelled into his body. The thrust of the knife entering his body. The crunch his head made as he fell to the ground. The scream of pain as he forced the knife into his body. The look in his eyes as he punctured the knife into himself. If I had kept my mouth shut my Daddy could have been alive. If I knew how to control my quirk my Mommy wouldn't be in a mental institution. If I wasn't alive my Mommy and Daddy could have lived a happy life. With another child that won't hurt them as I did. This Is all my fault. This will forever be my fault. The blood started to reach my nose. As I cried out. The blood slowly reached my forehead. Soon enough my whole body was submerged in blood. Then my eyes closed as I tried to keep them open but in vain. I soon felt very tired and the mumbles got louder the sleepier I got.Time skip 8 hours later
________________________I open my eyes and I'm back in the hospital. My headphones are back on my head. I see the door nop start to twist. It was Aizawa. I wave as he walks into the room. He nods in return. He gives me a notebook. It has a lot of questions in it. A lot that I don't want to answer. I have questions of my own. I start to write in some answers.
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Are you feeling okay?
I'm okayWhat happened the day your father stabbed himself
........
Was your father drinking
Water
How old are you
6 but I'm turning 7 in 5 days
What school do you attend
I'm homeschooledDo you have any family members that can take you?
None that I like or care for___________________
I put the paperback in Aizawa's hands he looked over it then scribbled on the paper. Aizawa's eyes furrowed in frustration I could tell by the look in his eyes. It was like his eyes were screaming with frustration yet he was completely silent at the same time.
The headphones on my ears may block the sound but they can't hide the eyes. The eyes say enough. Eyes speak more than words.
I wanna scream out all my pain but if I do I might break the silence. Daddy got mad when I broke the silence. Like Daddy said. 'It's better to be seen not heard.'I look around the room and grab one of the toys that's were on the table next to me. The toy was a Light teal bunny with its eyes missing.
I hugged the bunny tight careful not to drop her. I named her Emi.
Aizawa looked at me then wrote something on a piece of paper then turned it around. That's a broken bunny, I can get you another one that's not broken. Aizawa reached to grab Emi from me.
He's trying to take away Emi.
I hold Emi tighter than I did before. Shaking my head aggressively. Aizawa looks shocked then writes something on a clipboard then walks out the door. 'Where is he going...?' I think to myself and loosen my grip on Emi.3rd person:
Hideki slept in the hospital bed with Emi still in his hands. Aizawa walks in the door. Aizawa tries to grab Emi but Hideki held onto Emi tighter. Aizawa was shocked by Hideki's sudden iron-strong grip. The nurse laughed as Aizawa failed to pull Emi out of Hideki's grip. Aizawa gave up after thirty minutes of trying to get the stuffed bunny. Aizawa walked away and went to grab a well-needed coffee.
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The Fear And The Peace
FanficThis story is about one boy. Who goes through bullying becomes the world's greatest hero or villain. Read to find out. He has a powerful quirk called Peace and Fear. This quirk allows everybody he wants to be afraid of him. This quirk can be of a lo...