Chapter 22

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▍japan, taka noe lake
𝐎 𝐒 𝐇 𝐔 𝐍
𝐢. 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚
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second person

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑺 of your life was very brutal sorrowful. There were days where you struggled to stand. There were days where you struggled to eat. And there were days where you struggled to get out of bed. Those days were many days.

At the particular age of six, you had went through a lot at the young age that was meant for innocence. Although, this particular event happened only a month before your mother divorced your father. It was late afternoon and you were in your room painting. At this age of five, you got into painting. You weren't much of an artist, you could hardly draw. But for some reason, you could paint.

Painting was a form of expression for you. A release of negative energy and emotions. It allowed you to get swept away in your head with your emotional creativity. You used your pain as beautiful art. Still at the age of 17, you would often find yourself painting. Not as much as when you were younger, but you still did paint. It was a hobby of yours that few knew of.

But back to age 6, you got into painting because of Omari. Your brother has always been a good artist, so you picked up painting. And from there, he would always paint with you. So far, from where you were in your painting, your canvas showed a lot of green. One of the things you were very good at, was painting eyes. Specifically his eyes. And to be even more specific, Izuku's eyes.

Unfortunately, you had your headphones in your ears so you did not hear the screams and shouts of your father calling you. Usually you listen to music to drown out any distractions. Today shouldn't have been one of those days.

Suddenly, Chris busted open the door, which took you by surprise. Quikly, you set your paint brush down and took off your headphones. Your body shook in fear of what he would do.

Chris started yelling at you. His voice was loud and his words were so unclear, you couldn't piece together why he was so angry. All you know was that he was very angry at you.

It didn't come as a surprise. Chris was always angry with you. You knew it was because he hated you and there was nothing you could ever do, as much you tried, to change that. You would always be the daughter with a Quirk he never wanted.

So, on the days he would shout at you. Your would just hope he eventually calmed down and left. Some days he would do just that. Some days he would do more. Today was one of those days he did more .

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