TW: Swearing, Suicidal Thoughts, Talk of Suicide
Midoriya stood there a little longer before gathering his things. He picked up the notebook, burned and wet, and flipped through the pages.
'ALL MIGHT' was written in large letters with a small picture beside it.
'Two pages. Wasted.' He thought, shoving the notebook in his yellow backpack. He started again toward his house.
Thoughts swirl in his head. All Might, his childhood hero. Bakugo his childhood bully. Inko, his mother.
'Mother. If you can even call her that.' He thought, bitterly.
His mother didn't believe in him. She didn't believe he could become anything special. She didn't think he was important. She didn't love him.
Inko had given birth to him, but after that, he was ignored. He always thought that maybe it was because he was the reason his father left.
His father wasn't ready for a child, so when Inko told him she was pregnant, he packed up his things and left.
Misoriya assumed that was why she didn't like him, but he was never sure. She never answered him when he asked her questions. Most of the time she would just ignore his presence. She bought enough food for the both of them and sent him to school, but she never talked to him. She wouldn't even look at him anymore.
'My own mother doesn't believe in me. I don't have anybody anymore.' Midoriya thought, looking down at his feet as he walked.
'It would be pretty cool if ghosts were real. I could be a ghost and scare a ton of people. I could be like a banshee.' He thought to himself, playing with the idea.
AN: A banshee is a ghost (supposed to be female, but it doesn't matter much) that haunts people usually by sobbing, wailing, or screaming. That's not exactly what he's gonna do, it's more the point of haunting. I also just want to say that I already wrote this chapter but it got deleted all the way up to this point so that sucks for me. :'>
He arrived, walking into an empty home. His mother was a nurse, so she was gone a lot. It's not like that really mattered though. Even when she was there, it felt to Midoriya like she wasn't.
He took off his shoes, hanging up his backpack as well. He stood in the front hallway, thinking silently to himself.
'It wouldn't matter anyways. It's not like me dying would do anything. If- no when. I'm going to do it.' He thought, interrupting himself in the middle.
'When I kill my self, should I have a note? To explain myself I guess? I could use it to make people feel guilty. I mean they would deserve it, for what they did to me. Should I use their names? Nah, that's too personal. I don't care about them enough to use their names. I want them to know that.' He thought as he started heading to his room.
He stepped into his room, rummaging through his things for a piece of paper and a pencil. He sat down at his desk after finding what he was looking for.
'So how am I supposed to write these. I guess there's not really a right or wrong way, so im just gonna make shit up. I'll make it super cryptic. No names, things like bully, idol, woman. That sounds like a terrible idea. I love it.' He joked to himself.
He'd been called insensitive for his jokes, but it never stopped him. He joked about everything. It made him feel better. Made life a little easier. Most of the time he just said jokes to himself in his head. Making jokes about the things that hurt him helped make life a little more bearable.
That didn't mean he wanted to live by an means, but it made life suck a little less, so you take what you can get.
After about and hour of sitting at his desk writing, Midoriya set his pencil down. He looked over what he wrote, re-reading it a few times before deciding it was good enough and shoving away.
'So how should I do it? Where should I do it? Doing it in the house would be messy, and it would smell. Wait I'll be dead, I couldn't smell it anyways.' Hethought, mentally face-palming at his stupidity.
'Maybe at school. I could "Take a swan dive off the roof" as that dumbass put it. It's pretty regular I guess. He'll probably get the symbolism though. I'm hope for one that he would get his head out of his ass so he could use it. Ha, that's pretty funny. Anyway, I'd have to do it after school, when most people have already left. I wouldn't want to traumatize a ton of random people, even if I don't like any of them. Sounds good. Tomorrow, I guess.' He thought, sighing.
He put his pencil away, taking his note to the front hallway. He showed it into his backpack, turning back to his room. He opted out of doing homework for that night.
'I'm doing to die tomorrow anyways, is there even a point? No. Of course there's not.' He thought as he went into his room.
He turned off the lights and headed over to his bed. He laid down, pulling to covers up. For the first time in a long time his mind was still.
He finally knew where is life was going.
AN: Hey you beautiful losers! I was planning on having this out earlier, but more than half of the chapter got deleted. :'^ Anyway,sorry if this is kind of slow, it should only be like this for at the most a few more chapters. It's kind of late, so I'm sorry if it's pretty bad lmao. Anyways, have a good day or rest of your day or night or whatever! :>
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