Heyo. Anyways this is a reader insert and all that jazz. So, (Y/N): Your Name (L/N): Last Name (C/N): College Name (E/C);(H/C): Eye & Hair Colors. Ya get the gist.
In this story, your quirk is called "Info" basically, If you know Marvel, your quirk makes you Edith. Onto the angst
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I wake up in the middle of the night to blood curdling screams. Realizing they belong to my best friend, who was staying over to keep me company, I ran to the guest room she was in. When I came in, her window was wide open and she... she was gone. I fell into tears. But before I could break down, I realized my boyfriend was also staying over, as he frequently did. I raced down the hall to his room, only to see the same fate. That is what broke me. Realizing my best friend and boyfriend, the closest things to family I had left, were gone. I screamed out in agony, as I just collapsed on the floor in a slowly forming puddle of my own tears. It's not like I could call relatives, as I knew none. I've been an orphan since birth. Ran away from my neglective adopted parents at 7. But that's besides the point. My home was gone... I tried composing myself to be coherent as I called the police. Although, I didn't fully expect anyone to pick up. Then the dialing stopped.
"Hello, 911. Officer Māzo speaking. What's your emergency today?" The operator spoke out
"M-my friend... boyfriend too... they were murdered. T-they're windows are open.. Someone broke in..." I stammered in between my sobs
"What's the address ma'am? And can you assume the cause of death?" Officer Māzo spoke, his voice laced with concern, worry, and sorrow
"I live at ××××, ×××× St. " I made my way up to my boyfriend to see he had been stabbed in the chest and eye. I then went to my best friend, Kora's, room to check her corpse. She had faint hand marks on her throat and a stab wound through her torso. "My boyfriend, Lukas, was stabbed twice. In the chest and eye. My friend, Kora, was stabbed and it appears she was also strangled" I said as best as I could, not breaking down again.
"Okay.. Help will be there shortly" Māzo quivered over the line "Would you like to stay on and get things off your chest?" He offered. I declined and hung up, only to fall to my knees in loud sobbs.
About 15 minutes later, cops and a medic showed up. They searched the whole house for evidence and examined the bodies. Then came the questioning...
"Ms... (L/N) you said it was?" An officer asked.
"Yes.. (L/N) (Y/N)"
"Well, Ms. (L/N), do you know anyone who could possibly have a vendetta against them?"
"Yeah... I mean, us 3 get severally bullied at school. We go to (C/N) if that helps any. Our bullies are Kilu Kanaki, Deo and Zeon Sakari, and Oyū Galze" I said, void of any feeling, their deaths still sinking in.
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The next week when I go to school looking like a mess, the case is still very much going on, I see Oyū. Great.... As if my week wasn't shitty enough.
"Oh look. It's the lonely bitch. Gonna go cry to your 'friend' and pathetic boyfriend? Oh, that's right... They're dead." That's when I snapped. I used my quirk to gain access into his personal files ei. legal papers and medical stuff. That's when I found something... interesting
"Aww... are your glowy eyes supposed to scare me? Pathetic. Come at me when you get a real quirk other than 'glowstick" He said with a scoff
"Well, Daniel Oddeson looks like your adopted. Did you change your common European name to please Mommy and Daddy?" He was clearly stunned when I said this
"W-well... at least I have parents!" He protested
"Be glad I didn't bring up what happened in 2027" I said before I walked off, proud of myself to finally stand up to him. Kora would be proud.... When I got to class, I fell into a slump. It was a class me, Kora, and Lukas all took. We even sat next to each other, them on opposite sides of me. I ended up dazing out when my teacher called on me.
"Ms. (L/N), care to share what has you more interested than my class?"
I sighed heavily, picking up my face which let him see my tear-stained and flushed cheeks, my bloodshot eyes, the red marks under my eyes, and my quiver. He then recalled what appeared on the news Monday morning.
"I-I'm sorry.. that was insensitive of me. If you need help understanding what you missed, I'll gladly help you after class. Again, my apologies" He said with a bow. The rest of my classes went fine, the teachers all cutting me some slack, as I was clearly going through some shit. I ended up getting excused for a pop quiz and was given two extensions. I guess some teachers do truly care for their students... If only the students were that way...
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When I finally got back to my place, I tried to force myself to eat something.. anything.. but I just couldn't stomach anything.. I just went to my room, worked on what homework I could, to a shower and cried myself to sleep. This ended up becoming my routine for about 2 months. Wake up, try to eat, school, come home, try to eat again, shower, and cry myself unconscious.
