Just a dysfunctional Family

13

(Read plz: So last chapter I asked you guys what I should call you. Well with a stroke of brilliance I came up with the name ghost mice. So y'all are my ghost mice now 😁)

Toga's POV

I opened my eyes to see an unfamiliar, white ceiling. Well, I think it was white. I couldn't see it that well; the room was too dark.

I felt cold metal against my body. The coldness felt terrible against my skin.

I felt around on the metal plate until I found an ending to it. I climbed off the table and walked towards the door with a small window, which was the only source of light in the room.

I opened the door to find two long, seemingly endless, hallways. I decided to walk down the hallway that was straight across from the room I was in.

I continued to walk down the hall until I reached an open room that looked like a lobby.

 The room was filled with fluffy chairs and there was a small tv in the corner of the room, but I couldn't tell what channel was on since it was on commercial break. The receptionist was the only person in the room.

I was about to walk into the lobby, but I heard my name, so I hid in a room that had its door open. I peaked my head out slightly at realized it was the tv that said my name. There was a news story on how I died last night due to a battle wound.

Well, I'm pretty alive so that's some fake news. Unless I am dead and I'm just haunting the hospital I died at. But I actually had to open the door, and a ghost could probably just go threw the wall, right? Wait, if the news thinks I'm dead does that mean the league thinks I'm dead too?!

I was taken out of my thoughts when I heard the lobby door open and in stepped Erasurehead, and he was holding a very familiar green bean.

I almost ran to get Izuku the second I saw him, but I stopped myself since it probably wasn't a good idea to show myself.

"Hello, Erasurehead. Is Izuku ready for his check-up?" The receptionist said as Erasurehead walked up to the desk with a fidgeting Izuku.

"Yup, my little broccoli's ready," Earsurehead said with a small smile on his face.

I gridded my teeth at the sound of him calling Izuku his little broccoli. No, he's MY little bat. I glared at Erasurhead, even though I knew he couldn't see me. I continued to glare at Erasurehead, until I felt as if someone was starring at me. 

I stopped glaring and found that Izuku was starring at me. He began to cry and scream, trying to push himself away from Erasurehead. My heart ached. I hate seeing Izuku cry.

"Oh no, what's wrong with Izuku?" The receptionist said while leaving her desk. 

"I don't know. Maybe he's hungry." Erasurehead said while trying to calm Izuku.

"I think I have something for him in the supply room." The receptionist said. She began to walk down a hallway that was to the right of her desk. Erasurehead set Izuku down on a chair and followed the receptionist.

"Erasurehead's an idiot! Why would you leave a two-year-old alone?" I muttered to myself as I run out of my hiding spot and to Izuku.

"Toga!" He squealed. I picked him up and hugged him, running my hand threw his hair.

"I missed you..." he said slightly muffled.

I pulled away from the hug and lifted Izuku so he was at eye level with me.

"If you can talk then why didn't you use your words?" I said with a small smile on my face. 

"He's untrustworvy." He said, looking away from me with a pout on his face. 

I giggled and pulled him back into a hug, letting myself forget everything horrible in the world. Life seemed to be perfect for just that moment.

I heard  Erasurehead coming down the hallway and knew I had to go. I kissed Izuku on the head and ran out the door as he called my name. I let a few tears fall as I ran away, not knowing where I was going. 

I leaned against a nearby wall to catch my breath, letting the reality of what I learned today overcome me.

Everyone thinks I'm dead. The league thinks I'm dead.

 I wiped the tears from my eyes. I looked around and realized that I don't know where I was. 

I sank to the ground, wrapping my hands around my knees. I cried and cried and cried as I tilted my head into my knees, letting all the sadness from the past month consume me.

I didn't know what to do. I was lost and had nowhere to go, so I did the one thing I knew I could do. Cry.