Together from now until forever [Sequel!! shigadabi] pt2

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Tomura's Pov.

This place is disgustingly suffocating, every peice of ruble is covered in dust. All of the papers, they're everywhere.
I have no space, I can't even move.

They're all playing, every mistake I've made, everything and everyone I killed. Every fight. The bloody reality plays infront of me. I keep scratching but nothing happens.
I can't stay here, I need to wake up, the exit isn't far I can go. Everything hurts.. I can't see straight.

Stop it..stop.

I crawled out of the stacks of paper, I can hear it. They didn't listen to me, I kept telling them no over and over.
Why do they hate me.

They all want me dead. I finally was able to stand up, stumbling then walking. I need to leave I cant stay here any longer, I can't.
Im so scared.. Im terrified.
What they did to me..
What I did to myself...

Now all I could do was run, just run.
The light I can see it! Get me out of here!

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Screaming was how I woke up, sitting in bed alone. It's dark, there's cigarette smoke. I can't breathe. Fuck fuck fuck...

Shit where is everyone? My ribs hurt, I can't get a good breath in. I can't stop shaking..

I got up, waking to the door and opening it slightly so I could peek out at the bar. There's smoke everywhere and Kurogiri looks so down.

"What if he died..? He's been asleep for two day's already! He doesn't move at all!" Dabi cried, he's drinking and chain smoking. There's empty bottles everywhere, "Dabs.." I mumbled from our room.

I opened the door all the way and walked out, they're all at the bar. Drunk off their asses and mumbling, Toga shouldn't be drinking! Or around this much smoke.

Looks like I can't walk very far, what if they're mad? It was my fault, I shouldn't have gone because now he's able to get into my head. I touched my neck and turned around, I can't talk to them.

I- I Just can't.

They're going to get mad.

There's rope under the bed, I kept it in a shoe box. It's here it has to be I can-

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"Tomura?"

My breath hitched, I can't speak. Breath or move besides looking to the door, box now in hand as I trembled.
He wasn't supposed to see, He can't see me kill myself! "You're- awake! Holy fucking shit you're awake!".

"Dabi?"

He dropped to his knees and hugged me, choked sobbing came from him as he cried bloody tears into my shirt. I-

Don't touch me!

Don't- I can't-

"What's in the box? He asked not letting go, "is that fucker still in your head?! Did you get him out? I thought you fucking died!" He yelled, his burns spread. The ones on his jaw and eyes now touching.

He opened the box, "did he do anything?" He asked as he moved the paper...
Now he knows..

Awesome.

"What- what were you-..." he let go of the box and stared at me, he looks so sad, empty. Disappointed and hurt, "were you going to fucking kill yourself?! I SPENT TWO DAYS CRYING OVER YOUR BODY JUST FOR YOU TO WAKE UP AND KILL YOURSELF?!"

I just stared down, crying. "I- I had to remember it all- every-thing he did to m-me. I had to feel it.. I had to see everything. I was trapped, I-I.. H-he touche- hit" I can't put a damn sentence together.

Sobbing into the alcohol stained shirt was all I could do, "he what?" Dani is really serious now. "When I was little, They made me undress so they could experiment and document my body..I wanted to forget- Im so fucking scared, Im so scared!"

"You could've told me, instead of resorting to this, you're okay though right?" He asked warming himself up.

"I don't think so"