If I were in My Hero Academia- Redo

12

( Aria's PoV )
I woke up when Aizawa was driving to the hospital.
I never said anything because I knew I would scare him.
But why not have a little fun while you're on the verge of dying?
"Popeyes biscuits are dryer than the Sahara desert" I whispered.
Aizawa slowly turned his head back.
I bobbed my head and closed my eyes.
" Am I going insane already?"
I thought of another thing to say.
" That's what antipsychotics are for" I whispered again.
I wiped blood from my stomach.
" Oh my god I'm only thirty"
I laughed a little. It hurt my stomach.
I started to get tired.
I closed my eyes and actually fell asleep.
When I woke up again, I was in a hospital bed and gown, complete with needles in my arm and a heart monitor on my finger.
I've always found hospitals to be comfortable. Maybe it's the pop of color in the children's ward. Maybe it's the whooshing of poor ventilation. Who knows?
Aizawa was sitting in a chair next to my bed. Why was he here?
" Oh, you're up"
I glanced at him, and turned my head painfully.
" You look different, how long have I been here?" I asked.
" I don't think I look different, and you've been here for awhile"
" That's not an exact amount of time"
" Well, I lost track when they pulled me out to bring you back to life"
I thought for a moment.
" Cardiac arrest?"
" Quite the opposite of that, actually"
" oh, well that sucks"
" Aria, you worried me. You worried all of us"
" Now would be a good time to know how long I've been in this hospital bed, dying"
" You've been in a coma for three days, Aria. You passed out in the car, and they declared you dead for a minute before you somehow came back to life and scared us all. You died, Aria"
My eyes widened.
" But I'm alive now, so that defeats the point, doesn't it?" I asked. " Plus, that's a great story to tell people"
" Aria, that's not a good thing. You died for a minute, and then made a miraculous recovery without any reason. You should be dead right now"
" Well now you sound negative and like my old bullies"
" Aria, what happened?"
I paused. I tried to remember.
I couldn't remember.
I remember who I am, UA, Aizawa, the throwing up blood, everything but what happened.
What happened?
" I don't remember," I said.
"I know you know who did it, but they're threatening you, so you aren't telling us who did it"
" I'm serious, I don't remember anything that happened last night"
"Aria, it's Tuesday, not Sunday. Tell me, what do you remember about Saturday?"
I hesitated.
" I remember that I was going on a walk to get better without E. Then after that, I don't remember. I'm sorry"
"You're fine. I just wanted to know, so whoever's doing this can stop"
" I know. It's just the fact that I can't stand not being able to remember anything about what happened"
" Aria, it's fine. I had to watch them put a hole in your neck to feed you"
" There's a hole in my neck?"
" And they put a tube down your throat so you could breathe without your throat closing"
" Ew"
" It probably felt worse than watching it"
" I never felt anything"
" How do you feel now?"
" I feel okay. I have a little bit of a headache, but that's all"
" That's good"
" Do I have to get surgery or anything?"
" You already got stitches. You didn't need any surgery"
" Oh, well I thought I would, judging how deep the cuts were. I swore I felt the blade on my
" I'm going to go teach my class, so I'll see you tomorrow"
" Thank you. Bye"
He smiled and left.
I've never seen him smile before. Only a few times on the show.
It was different seeing them in reality. They looked the same as the anime, but did I look animated?
No, because E doesn't. Maybe to them I did.
When I get out of the hospital, I don't wanna go back to UA. I do, but I'm destined to get killed.
Everything hurts. My head spins, my leg throbs, and my stomach twists and turns.
I don't wanna live like this anymore.
But I want to stay.
It's a complicated feeling. Like I want to be alive, but my life sucks so much.
I still have to see the specialist.
Recovery Girl said I would start seeing that hoe on Monday. But because of a miraculous turn of events, I got into a three day coma after almost dying.
So they rescheduled me for today.
God I hate living.
I don't remember what time she said it was happening. I think it actually might be right now.
A woman with a pad of paper in her hand walked in. She's either the specialist or the press.
" Are you Aria ______?" She asked.
" Yeah, who are you?" I asked, monotony.
" I'm Dr. Less. You can call me Sarah though"
"You're from the US?" I asked.
She set down her notepad on the nearby table.
" I am originally from Florida, I moved down to be here with my grandparents when I was six. My parents died, and they had nowhere else to put me" she gave me her sob story. I don't know how to respond to that.
" So you're an orphan? not to be rude or anything, I am too"
She smiled.
" That's true, you don't need to worry about sounding rude or anything. I see you're more knowledgeable than the other children I've worked with"
" I guess you could say that. I think I'm more smart than most kids my age. Not in the basics, like math or anything, but more in the medical field" I put my hands up to represent magic. "You see, my mom was in the medical field, so I got most of my knowledge from eavesdropping on mer doctor conversations"
" I see. Shall we begin talking about what happened on the day you said you saw someone who wasn't really there?"
I stared blankly at her.
"For your information, she was there, and I have a whole statement to prove that I'm correct, and completely sane"
" Lay it on me, Aria"
"They hadn't obtained solid evidence on who she was, her quirk, or where she was. That said, she could have been anywhere. They also never found her after she proceeded to kill someone in front of me. I don't think that it's trauma, and I don't think I was hallucinating. If I were to be hallucinating, I don't think I would have had a complete conversation with her, let alone see her in the bathroom. I know that there are a few types of hallucinations, some could even involve schizophrenia. This could fall into practically any category but schizophrenia. I am not a schizophrenic person, and I never have been. I think that maybe she hadn't left the school grounds at that point, and maybe she went for a visit to come back and kill me. But then again, I'm just a child schizophrenic" I told her my totally solid reason.
She was still writing out what I had said. When she finished, she looked up at me and smiled.
" You're smart"
" So I'm right about being a schizophrenic or I'm not a schizophrenic and I did see her and talk to her?"
"Well, you could be right or wrong. People who have experienced traumatic things, in your case, you watched a person-"
" I watched a person get killed with a meat cleaver, right in front of my eyes, yes. And it's very, very possible I have post traumatic stress disorder"
" Aria, we know it was Audriana who did this. But it's obvious that she has done something else to trigger a case of PTSD. Aria, has she done anything else to you?"
I thought back to all our memories in second grade.
" She-"
" That's alright, take your time"
I made a list in my head of everything she'd done to me.
She cut out a crayon box to look like a gun
She pretended to kill someone
She did kill someone
She forced me into a relationship with her
She bullied me
She kissed me
She threw paint at me
She tried to throw a brick at me
She threw up on me
She faked her own death with ketchup
She tried to kill me by pushing me down the playground rock wall.
"She tried to kill me in second grade by pushing me off of this rock wall we had. She ended up making an entire wood chip go through my hand. I think she also faked her own death with ketchup. And she bullied me, she threw up on me, she tried to throw a brick at me,and she tried to strangle me and burry me in the snow back in second grade"
She looked up and her jaw dropped.
"And all of that happened in second grade?"
" Yep"
" Oh my goodness" she put her hand over her mouth. "Alright sweetie, our time today is up, I'll see you next Monday, alright?"
" Alright, bye"
She grabbed her things and left.
I couldn't help but wonder.
Why can't I feel my leg?