Haunted: A S. Todoroki Fanfiction

First Day at U. A

Someone once told me, "I don't know how you do it."
I didn't have the heart to tell them I wasn't given the choice.
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    My feet slapped against the wet pavement as I ran, the only sound I could hear other than the wind in my ears. The rain came down hard, drenching my clothes, hair, everything as I squinted to see.

    "Airi~!" A voice sing-songed. I felt my heart rate pick up with every syllable.

    "Where have you gone, we weren't finished playing!"

    The voice sent shivers down my spine. I pushed myself harder.

    "Airi, come back!"

    No not again.

    Never again.

    Please.

    Water dripped down my face. At this point, I wasn't sure if it was the rain or my own tears. I stopped myself, it didn't matter anyways. I clutched my wounded arm close to my chest.

    Nothing mattered except escape.

    I ran as fast as my little legs could take me, the alleyway dark and cold and entirely too confining. I saw a flicker of light, the faint sound of people growing closer as I ran for the flickering streetlight. If I could just get to the public, they couldn't take me back.

    I reached forward with my bandage-covered hand, the other bleeding arm hanging limp by my side. I let my eyes light up with the flickering lamppost, reaching for a hand, any hand, that could save me.

    And just like that the lamp was snuffed out.

    I bit back a cry as I was jerked backwards by my hurt arm, the wound shooting fire up my veins all the way to my shoulder. My head throbbed as I tried to phase in vain, the hand gripping mine able to hold on to even the rowdiest of spirits. My body was dragged back down the alleyway, the light in my eyes disappearing as I was forced back into the darkness.

    Without care, I was thrown away, my back thudding against the wall. I winced as I felt new scrapes and bruises start to form along my spine. I forced myself not to cry, and I looked up to meet the cruel gaze of my father.

    "Running away again, are we?"

    I looked away, my face turning emotionless so he couldn't see my inner turmoil. After all, crying only causes more pain.

"Did you not like your new friend?" My father continued, glaring down at me.

"He hurt me," I said quietly.

He hummed. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and began to twist my arm. My eyes flickered with pain momentarily, and my father smirked at my mess up.

He let go of my hand and I cradled the thing, clutching the missing and decayed flesh close to my chest. He hummed again, fear coursing through me before he started to walk off.

He paused, not even turning to look at my small form huddled in the fetal position on the pavement. "Pitiful," he said. "That you still have dreams of escape. Haven't you figured it out?"

I saw him raise his chin slightly, and with his last words I forgot how to breathe.

"You will never be free of me."