Nala's pov:
I didn't want to talk to anyone. I didn't want to see anyone. I just wanted to be alone, so when I woke up, I went straight to my room without saying a word. I heard Jackson ask me to wait, but I didn't listen. I couldn't handle facing anyone right now. Once I got to my room, I sat on my bed in silence.
"Nala, I'm coming in." Toshi said, but I jumped up and locked the door. "Come on. Let me in please." He asked after jiggling the knob.
"Just go away." I squeaked out. My throat was hoarse from the screaming. I heard Toshi's footsteps recede, so I got into my drawer, and pulled out the blade I hadn't used in so long. I made thin lines over my skin over and over as silent tears fell from my face.
I had known something wasn't right. I knew something bad was going to happen. It was my fault. I should have known better. It wouldn't have happened if I had just refused to go, or if I hadn't used my quirk. But now, I'm scarred for life, and it's my own damn fault.
After a while I put the blade away, and just sat on my bed, cursing myself.
"Nala, dinner's ready. You should come out and eat, and talk." I hear Dad's soft voice through the door.
"I'm not hungry." I reply harshly. I hear Dad let out a sigh.
"Nala, please. We need to talk."
"No we don't." I said, and ignored the rest of what he said. After a few minutes of silence, I could hear him leave.
3rd person pov:
Nala stayed in her room for days, only coming out to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. Aizawa kept leaving food for her at the door, but she refused to eat it. Shinso would try to talk to her at least three times a day, but she wouldn't budge. Instead she stayed up doing things like cutting, or hating herself. She even wrote suicide notes. She chopped off all of her hair, so she now had a pixie cut, and she would have tried to dye it, but she wasn't gonna come out for that. Even Eri tried to cheer her up, but still Nala just ignored them. Even Denki tried to get her to talk when he came over. Nobody wanted to trespass on her space, and they all knew she had been through a lot, so they all allowed her to stay in her room. Nala just wanted to die at this point, and she was gonna do it. She had made up her mind, she was gonna kill herself.
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FanfictionNala was an orphan. That is until Aizawa and Hizashi adopted her. Nala, however had her own problems. Suffering from Depression, Anxiety, ADHD, and PTSD, she has to get used to people who don't want to hurt her, and Aizawa has to prove how much he l...
