ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟠

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I open my eyes.

I'm at home. As I look at myself, I see that I'm wearing my uniform. "Wait... why?"

Then I realize as the scene becomes more focused. This isn't a dream. This is mom's quirk. 

As I look at my wrists, I notice they're not scarred. "Right", I think. "She doesn't know I cut."

I'm on the ground, like many times before. Mom is above me.

She's beating me with all her strength. She's... angry and sad. She made this a lucid dream, so that I can feel all her hits.

"Why did you do this to me?!" she yells, tearing up. "I'm your mother!"

Another hit falls on my back, making me crouch down in pain and fear. I seal my eyes closed. I cover my face with my arms, screaming in pain. "Mom! Stop! I beg you!"

She keeps hitting me, strong and hard.

Her tears are falling close to mine on the floor as I scream for help, even though I know I'm not going to get any.

It's not the first time I have a dream like this. She makes me have them almost every night, causing me to always be tired in the morning. Sometimes I wake up with her near my bed, hoping she's there to comfort me.

But she always beats me.

A hit lands on my head, making blood drip on my cheek. My ears are ringing. I don't get what she's saying. I can't even hear myself screaming anymore.

I try to get up but her hits keep landing on my back, on my chest, legs, neck, face...

"Mom, please!" I keep begging.

I start coughing as she hits me with something on my chest, making me embrace it with my arms.

She's hitting me with a glass bottle now. It's broken, its pieces have shattered on the ground. My fingers drip blood.

"She's going to kill me..." 

My eyes widen and I start hearing her words again, staring at her with that weapon in her hands.

"Mom, I'm begging you, please!" I yell again. "Please stop! It's not my fault... please! I didn't mean to make you mad! Please! It was just... it was just too hard!"

I reach out to defend myself, using my legs to slide away.

The weapon swings my arm away and I scream, looking at it as it starts bleeding. "Mom!" I call out once more.

"You damn disgrace!" she yells again, hitting me on the head. "If only I hadn't had you!" I manage to hear before everything turns black.

"Denki! Denki!" I heard someone calling. "Denki! It's just a nightmare! Please, wake up! Everything's okay!"

My eyes snapped open and I saw Hitoshi beside me, shaking my shoulder. 

"She's not here," he promises, panicking.

I instantly curled up in his arms and cried as he hugged me tightly, trying to calm me down. "I'm sorry... I woke you up..." I whispered between sobs.

He brushed my hair with his hand. "Shh... everything is fine now. No need to apologize, I was awake." He moved the sheets above us and held me closer, making me feel warmer. "Everything is fine. I'm here."

My breath slowly regularized and I closed my eyes. "It's... mom's quirk," I murmured after a bit.

"What?"

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