In need of help | Kiribaku

15.

ℹLast thing that happened in the old industry hall was that Dabi scattered Bakugous ribcage and littered his torso with cuts and bruises. (Chp.11)

Bakugou pov

After some time I manage to sleep, dreaming of getting back to UA and Kirishima finally rejecting me. It felt great, not because he rejected me, that most definitely broke my heart, but because he now most definitely wont cry about my death..

But regardless of that, I wake up to excruciating pain and remember the last night. Just thinking about it sends me back to just a few hours ago but I shake it off.

I look around the hall and first realize the tons of dead bodies that are all scattered across the floor.

It looks really old. The roof has holes in it, mother nature has broken through the concrete and there is graffiti everywhere.. Just where the fuck am I? Where do we have old industry buildings in Musutafu?

After some time of thinking I come to the conclusion that I'm in south Musutafu. Next thing to worry about is how I will manage to escape this hell. Its not like I want to get out because I like living. I just want the additional pain to end plus I know some pro-heros will probably try saving me because they have to for the reputation of UA.

I dont know what time it is, but its definitely not noon yet. My chains give me a bit of a chance to roam so I try to slide up the wall with my blood throbbing body and see the extent of this self claimed grave yard.

How did nobody discover this yet?

There are just so many lost souls and it drains me even more knowing that their families are missing them... stupid cruel world. Why do we even have to get so attached to people?

It reeks so terrible on top of that but I doubt that that smell comes from even half of them as the body look just too far rotten.

Fife more minutes and my pathetic body collapses again to the ground with a loud thud and I feel the brone fragments in my body moving making me groan out in pain. I clutch my stomach and try to not rip my healing cuts open again.

The ground is even more nasty after I realize that blood connected itself to the dirt on the ground where I sit.

Lets just hope shit won't get infected or I won't get to escape.

All I can do is try to rest and gain energy while looking around. But luck isn't on my side so I hear that disgusting bastard enter the hall again.

Just great. Is this gonna be similar to what happened back then?

"I see you have a weak immune system, interesting. Always thought heros would never get sick but guess I was wrong."

Do you see it? Even the villan thinks you are shit.
What? How does that even connect?
You see,
Nope, shut up I don't even want to know it, I have more important stuff to think about right now.
Oh where does the energy to talk back come from now?
Again, shut up.
Alright alright..

Dabi then stands in front of me and looks down making him even more intimidating than he already his considering his height.

He lifts my head up with his foot, hands shoved losely into his pockets and kicks me in the faces on the exact same spot where he hit me with that bat.
I must look like a fucking colour palette from some abstract oil paint artist.

Every where are bruises, cuts, blood stains ane bone fragments littering my body from the inside out but I hight doubt that thats gonna be all. Last time I was only 3 days here or something like that but god know how long I'll stay here this time and wheather their minds have gotten even more fried than before...

I would love to talk back but that would drive him even more insane and I'm not having that. Instead I let him do his stuff and recieve more and more kicks in my face and going right over my heart feeling his kicks hitting nothing but soft squishy organs as they have literally no protection.

How am I still alive when all everyone always says is that they are so damn frail?

He doesnt stop but I have to stop him or else I might not make it and the heros will look for an unnecessary dead body.

"S-top or your k-cks will kill me-" I manage to cough out and for my luck for the first time in how long the luck is on my side and the kicking stops.

He just spits at me having enough and leaves me thankfully. Lastly he throws me a bag with some sort if bread roll and a water bottle.

How generous of him but better than nothing I guess.
They probably plan on keeping me longer considering they give me food.

I reach out to the items, barely reaching them but eventually getting a hold of it and leaning against the wall being too weak to actually sit up and start eating.

Should I pull lines for every day I'm here? Dont be an idiot. Yeah I know it doesnt matter...

It feels good to eat considering that I last ate something the day I tried to kill myself which was three days ago? Something like that.

Urghh why did I fucking have to run away just because Kiri made fun of my pride filled ego. He was just speaking the truth. Although it still felt weird, when thinking about the fact that he promised me to listen when I wanted to talk about the scarry bullshit thats in my head and apologize for my behavior. But I guess that wont happen so fast.

After all I am still the one at fault for not apologizing directly and keeping shit to myself but then again when I think about it closer its just so fucking hard to show someone your vulnerable side when they could turn their back on you in the exact next second and make fun of you and the wish to see the other side becomes even bigger.

Causing your head to get all foggy, not letting you think straight ahead, even as a gay boy, having your head in a screw clamp and all the thoughts are getting tighter and tighter until you just simply cant take it anymore.

Well thinking and the thought following with it give me a head ache but it still lets me blend out the pain coming from my body.

Now that I think about it. Depending on the amount of time it will take me to escape or somebody finding me and the amount of torture the scumbags will put me in, in the future some of my wounds and inner injuries may have healed. If those parts will be my organs being healed but due to my bone pieces being stuck in them they will probably be grown into my organs because of its healing.

That will mean that I'll need to go to an actual hospital I will have to have surgery and just thinking about it sends shivers down my spine because first, I hate hospitals. Everything. The smell, the white wall making you loose your orientation sense.

Second, the fact that multiple people will hover over my unconscious body while ripping me open and I am completely defenseless even if they do me well it scares me so much. What if there is a mistake? What if I wont be able to be a hero because they find something about this pathetic body that wont let me pass my hero license test?
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Disclaimer
Bakugou is in a mental place where he on the one hand doesn't want to die because he could save others with his life. Basically their life in exchange for his life.
But on the other hand is his head killing him in a way that its almost unbearable and just wants to commit not a life right away. If that makes any sense.

(I didnt proof read this.
Also, took me a month to finish ~1300 words..
Just saying🙌)

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