June 29th, 2139 - Japan
1st pov
every day was a bad day for me. for everyone in my house. but some days just really really sucked. especially tonight. it had gotten so bad,and so out of hand tonight that I just ran. ran as fast as I could. faster than I've ever run. just to escape for a moment and feel the sweet tranquility I longed for. It's not that I could enjoy it though. the pain and agony I felt attacked my body and was a constant reminder that I was not okay. and that I certainly wouldn't be okay once I got back home. My bare feet scraped across the pavement as my footsteps echoed through the calm dusk of summer; tears glowed and glistened on my cheeks like diamonds; my forearm, bruised and littered with purple and blue blotches brushed against my face attempting to brush the floods of tears away. I could feel the bandages messily wrapped around my arms and my legs come loose and wave around gently as I ran to nowhere in particular. I only wanted to get away from the noise and scene that was going on in my house. The rips in my now ruined nightgown exposed my tan/pale/dark skin allowing the wind to hit and whip me harshly. My tired eyes were red, sore, and puffy leaving me helpless to blurry vision. The slow drops of dark red blood that oozed out from my left eye dripped onto my clothes and the floor. I could feel my body betray me, my legs started to grow achey and struggle to hold myself upright. I was honestly surprised i'd gotten this far without my father chasing me or some passerby noticing my wrecked, dilapidated state. I bit my lip harshly realizing that soon I'd collapse and drop into exhaustion. The thought to 'stop running' brushed my mind but (in contrast) the terrifying thought and memory of my furious father played in my head, like a casette. My eyes widened as I let out a loud sob fearing the inevitable. Abruptly I felt a sharp pain shoot through my right foot (stupid stone, making me lose my balance). I didn't protest falling; squeezing my eyes shut and bracing for the impact. Although instead of the hard concrete, I'd fallen into the back of someone's soft, cotton dress, hitting their leg, and bouncing back off. Hitting the pavement earning a few scrapes on my elbows. Quickly, I shot my head up to face whoever I'd hit. I pressed my small hands into loose fists and gripped my chest, crumpling my clothing.
"i... I am so so sor..sorry!" I meekly spoke tears pricking my eyes
I felt my chest heave and anxiety consumed my body, crippling it. I tried inching myself back but couldn't even get my body to move. My ears rang and my vision became blurry. the blonde woman id run into: her concerns weren't audible anymore; all I could see was a blurry mess. But suddenly I didn't feel the gut-wrenching pain coming from my eye anymore. My eyelids felt heavy and were forcing themselves shut, feeling my back about to give out, I shut them tight letting everything go black.
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3rd pov
"H..Huh? Oh my god!! Are you alright hon? where did you come from?!"
The woman worriedly asked. She bent down, examining the child's face with her deep crimson eyes. The small girl gave no response, only more tears trickled down her soft cheeks as she stared at the blood stain she just imprinted on the stranger's cardigan. The ash-blond put a hand to her mouth in shock as she took in the child's state. Suddenly the smaller girl collapsed back onto the hard concrete, just before her head made contact with the floor the lady quickly held onto her back. With worry present in her eyes she cradled the poor girl and turned to face her husband and son, who had been watching from behind her leg
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Fanficyou y/n l/n are the daughter and 3rd child of the number 2 hero 'synodic' now that you're 15 you are of course expected to attend the most prestigious hero academy in Japan UA! images, not mine :-)