Midnight x Fem Reader

Chapter 4

I woke up, well not really woke up, more like heard my alarm go off. The pain was so unbearable that I only slept for 3 hours before not being able to sleep anymore. I got up and started to get ready. There were no visible bruises so I was good. I hated makeup with a passion. Well at least putting it on I hated. Because of the pain I had a constant reminder that I had to come home on time . I was walking to school in my own thoughts when I bumped into someone. I fell and hit the ground.

"Are you alright?" An oh so familiar voice said

"Yea I'm fine." I replied. It was Midnight who I ran into. She was the one person I did not want to see because I left without even saying goodbye, and I knew she would question me. I hated talking about things that already happened. Especially bad things.

"Y/N, I need to know why you left without telling me. I have been worried." Well at least she was worried.

"My parents just wanted me home and were worried, so I went home." I said. Nice going. I couldn't have come up with a lamer excuse.

"Oh, I thought you were scared of me and ran away." She said, humor in her voice. I laughed a little bit.

"If anything you are the person I am most comfortable with." I said, immediately regretting saying it.

"Is that so. What makes me so much more.. special?" She said in a low tone.

"Well, you just seem more genuine and nice. Sure you can be really scary but I don't mind."

"Thank you." She said, she looked happy.

"No problem, besides I don't know many who don't like you." I said, I meant it though, I had never seen someone dislike her.

"Well, we are at U.A. maybe we can talk later." She said. 

"Yea maybe, well Goodbye."

"Goodbye Y/N" The way she said my name sent chills down my spine. I stood there for a few seconds but I eventually went to class and began the day like every other one. As I was sitting in class, a realization hit me. I realized that my dad would never change that he would always and forever hate me. As much as I wanted to believe that it was false, it was true. There had never been one day where he excepted me, not one time he didn't beat me because he was trying to be better, not one time he even tried for me. I was on the verge of crying so I asked to go to the bathroom. 

I knew I could let it all out there, that no one would question me. It was like my safe place, somewhere I could go when I felt sad or mad or anything bad. I went into a stall and let the tears go down my face. I never made much sound when I cried, but this time I was making quite a bit of noise, but I didn't care, not my dad not anyone. No one cared about me or wanted me. I rolled up my sleeve and pulled out the knife that I hadn't used in a few weeks. I slid it across my arm and felt instant relief, I loved watching the blood ooze out. After about five cuts I heard a knock on my stall door. I quickly put the knife away and rolled my sleeve back. I opened the door and there she stood.

It took an immense amount of brainstorming to come up with this chapter. I left you a cliffhanger. Well hope y'all like it. Bye.

-Regan