Cold dripped down your spine, the sweetness forced to open your mouth to slip in. Your eyes were shut tightly.
The carton splashed onto the ground with the light brown shade that mixed into the dirt.
A black shoe squashes the paper carton, a warning for you.
Your uniform was dirty with the chocolate milk and you sat on your knees unable to do anything. A firm grip pulls your face to the evening light, you squint to see what's next.
"You think you're the shit," her voice had a stench.
"Did you have fish for lunch?" you ask the girl and she scoffs at your remark.
"Bitch." A slap ringed through your ear bringing tears to your eyes.
The tears that were meaningless, the slap hurt a bit.
So this is how mother felt when her father hit her. She wouldn't cry either, her tears weren't from her heart. It's just the impact of the hit, it must have hurt before right? When she was first hit. She must have hated her life, and me. I was the reason our father hit her. If she didn't have me, would father have fallen into debt?
That's the most absurd thing I heard. Father fell into debt because of his foolishness, you wouldn't know because you do not have memories so far back.
It doesn't matter though, Kia. I've always been a burden.
These stupid kids are getting in your head. Stop them this once, stop them from continuing this, or I will.
You may be strong Kia but my body doesn't know how to control your quirk. Either way, these are my own thoughts.
NO. They aren't. You can't believe that you're evil. No. I'm not going to let that happen...
"You got chocolate milk for me!" the girl yelled at you, bringing you back to reality. "I'm lactose intolerant."
You get up from the ground, wiping away the dirt. Your sister and her boyfriend were coming to pick you up soon. You didn't have the time for this. "Yay." You yell back at the girl. Suprise runs over their faces. "I know you can't digest dairy, that's why I got it. So why don't you fucking drink it." Your vision allows you to see Jack's car roll-up. Perfect timing. You would have never done this before but you grab another carton of milk and throw it at the girl. "I hope you get constipation bitch."
The girl was down on the floor with her other friends, but you run out of there. The guys in her group run after you, your blood manipulation quirk helps you make your legs more speedy.
Slamming open the door of the black car, you jump on not caring if the seat gets wet. The boys were far but they kept running at you.
"STEP ON THE GAS."
Without hesitation, the car gains speed and you watch the boys huffing for air. "What the HELL was that?!" Your sister looks at you who was in the back seat soaked.
"We were playing tag."
You change into new pairs of clothes. You still didn't explain what happened to your sister and Jack didn't ask either.
Why was life so hard? The only question that ran through your mind when you slept on your bed.
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Dangerous Desire
Fanfiction[HIATUS] ~Failing to accept her quirk, Y/n has a power everyone around her seeks, especially the L.O.V. But that was in the past when she'd been kidnapped. Now with her inability to forgive herself and compulsive need to push everything away from he...
