Why Cant I Be Good Enough (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 1: unexpected visitors

  My headache was bad.. where the fuck am I..? 

I look to the right to see a red brick wall, I look to the left to see a red brick wall.

Dumb shit you are in an alley.

I look forward to notice people wearing similair to mine black school uniform, talking with each other, and leaving to their wonderful homes and their amazing lives and fantastic parents which I will never have!

...

Now that I think about it.. It feels like I got a good night sleep, but in a shitty Environment. 

Was I out for that long? Shi-

A coughing started, and blood came out. 

-it..

 this is and isn't good. 

My body felt weak. It feels like maybe I broke a rib or two. My shoulder was burned, and I just felt really sick at that moment. It took me a second, but I surely stood up and made it out of the alley. If I'm not hallucinating already.

What the fuck happened?

Memories began to pop into my head, as the sound of laughter feeled my ears ringing, until a bus honked and my vision came back to normal. 

" If you want a quirk so badly, take a swan dive off the roof" 

.....

*Sigh*

What a fun way to start my day.

I grabbed a nearby long stick that I found in the alley and used it as my support items so that I could walk. For some reason my legs were weaker as well.

But that's not what I was thinking about.

 I was done, I was so done. I'm gonna take Katsuki's advice, but not here. Not in the hero patrol area due to so many quirkless kids being here and being suicidal for an unknown fucking reason. Like it isn't that obvious. 

I walked and walked, until I realized that the stinging I felt earlier was also from a couple of wounds that reopened on my legs, and that was why I was getting so many looks and walked as if my legs were broken. 

Shitty shit!

Looking around, I spotted an alley which led to an area under a small bridge, and that is where I quickly went to hide from all the looks that I hated. It's the only way to save myself right now from the police as well, not from the judgement. 

I walked around. They alley smelled like cheese, trash, pastry, death, and bacon and so many different foods, as my stomach loudly yelled at me for not feeding it for around a week. How unlucky was I that I was walking in between restaurants on such an occasion! My legs began to move slower, as I suddenly felt weaker. 

Fuck.

Why do I have to be so weak?! 

Can't stand

Can't learn

Can't listen

Can't obey

Can't even kill myself properly! 

What a dumb ass I am

Especially someone that is..

Quirkless 

Weak

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