Forever Until The End (Todoroki x Reader)

Repetition (2)

"And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call.
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall"

My eyes shot open, taking in my surroundings. I re-lived last night through my memories, making myself quietly sob in the process.

Suck it up Y/N.
A voice scratched through my brain

I grunted in frustration as my thoughts overwhelmed me, multiple voices screaming at me to suck it up, to scream, to harm people, all at the same time, overlapping each other and turning into inaudible static by the end.

"SHUT UP"
I screamed.

All the voices went silent. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop if you listened close enough. Just leaving me in the cold, silent darkness.

I wondered what time it was, and how long i'd been out for. It had to be around twelve hours as it felt like a lot of time had passed.

I still couldn't believe that my mother was gone, some part of me wanted to believe that she was okay. That she wasn't dead and she'd ran out of the house as my father dragged me to the basement, managing to make it out in time to survive.

Oh god I hope that's true.

I drowned in my own thoughts for what felt like days, losing my concept of time, I had no idea how long had passed as my father finally opened that godforsaken door.

He creaked open the door, peering inside to see me.

"Have you learned your lesson, Y/N?"

Chills ran up my spine as I heard his voice, I wasn't exactly sure what lesson I should have learned, but nonetheless I managed to nod my head a little.

He opened the door further, signaling for me
to come out.

I stood up, internally screaming as my legs could barely handle supporting my body.
I struggled up the stairs and made my way to the top.

My father stared at me.
"You will never, ever tell anyone of what happened last night. Your mother never existed as far as you're concerned, she was a useless waste of air. Got it?"

Of course, I strongly disagreed, but I couldn't say that.
I nodded my head slightly, looking up at him.

"Alright, let's go it's time for your weekly appointment."

You see, I hadn't developed my quirk yet. At 7 years of age most children would have already been used to their quirk by now, but I was a late bloomer.
My father was getting worried that I was quirkless. So he would force me to go to these "checkups" where "doctors" would experiment on me.

As i've said, I was a lab rat.

These "doctors" would just test everything on me, it was worrying me that I would die eventually from all of these chemicals and substances.

But honestly, I didn't really care about dying anymore.

About three hours had passed, we'd gone to the "appointment" and I was now back at the house. Lying in my empty room, my arm slightly sore from where needles were injected.

You see, I wouldn't see my father too often. He was always out doing god knows what. He would only see me to beat me or take me to an "appointment".

Which meant that I could leave the house without him knowing, for hours on end.

It was getting dark, and my stomach started to growl. I would never get food at home, so I had to go out and steal food from local stores, luckily I was never caught.

I pulled a strawberry out of my pocket, I had stolen it days prior, and luckily it was in a bag and still intact.

I guess this was my dinner, I ate the strawberry, hoping it would keep my stomach from growling any more.

Realising I had nothing left to do, I slowly drifted off to sleep on the hard wooden floor.