If I were in My Hero Academia- Redo

30

DAY THREE
"Aria, wake up!"
" Aria, come on"
"Aria, what's wrong with you?"
"Aria!"
"I think she's dead"
People were calling my name.
I opened my eyes to see people crowded around me.
I could see Shigaraki out of the corner of my eye, holding my phone.
Toga was on standing just above my head, her eyes wide.
Twice and Dabi were standing on the opposite sides of me, probably just wondering what to do with me.
Kurogiri was still at the bar, not even confused on what happened.
"She's fine, she's awake" Toga said, not directly towards anyone.
I coughed, the dried blood on my face cracked with every movement I made.
"Where's the bathroom?" I asked.
"You are not staining the only bathroom we have" Dabi said.
"Would you rather me throw up on you or in the toilet?"
Shigaraki sighed.
"Down that way. You'd better not stain the place up. I'll shoot you again"
"I- okay. I'll umm try my best I'll?" I said, confused.
Dabi was wearing different clothes, as if he were going somewhere.
"I'm going to go get some shit so that this kid doesn't die today"
I started walking towards the bathroom, and shut the door behind me when I stepped inside.
I locked the door as well.
Can't risk anyone seeing me without a top on.
I took my shirt off, I still had a bra on.
Nausea came over me and I hunched over the toilet, nothing came out.
Maybe I need something to make myself throw up.
The pain had subsided, leaving me able to do most things a regular human can.
I started looking around for anything that could help before Dabi gets back.
I find a bottle of pills under the sink,  labeled as antiinflammatories. Probably for Shigaraki's bitchass allergies.
There's a box labeled DO NOT OPEN.
I open it anyways.
I see probably twenty bottles of half empty pill bottles, all prescribed for the same exact thing.
Vicodin.
I couldn't think of anyone who could need so many bottles of Vicodin.
I honestly thought it would be some antipsychotics or antidepressants for twice.
It's not.
I took a bottle out and started reading for information.
All the labels were torn off, the cap just said VICODIN.
I grab a half empty bottle out of the box.
Am I really doing this?
Then I pop open the lid and grab the rest of the pills.
I contemplate my actions.
Is this really the path I want to go down?
I left only five pills out of the handful I grabbed.
I put the pills in my mouth one by one.
I swallow. I swallow as hard as I can, the pills scraping against my dry throat. I want to throw up, but that will undo everything.
I suppress it.
I grab my shirt and bite down. Why is the Vicodin making me feel worse than I already do?
I feel my stomach cramping and I fall to the floor.
I quickly hide the evidence that I ever opened the box.
I drop the bottle without the lid screwed on all the way.
Pills scatter across the floor, I was sure that someone had to have heard it.
I tried to
I opened the box back up, taking another bottle out and opening it.
A knock on the bathroom door.
"I'm back, are you alright?" Dabi said, hid voice muffled by the door.
I couldn't speak, blood was filling my throat.
Was this really how I die? By some stupid decision I made, not thinking about it?
I look at my wrist after realizing how long it's been since I've checked.
One.
One last chance.
Then I'm free.
"Aria, I'm coming in. I have the bandages and some Advil for you"
The door unlocked.
I didn't move from over the toilet.
I couldn't hold back the blood, it was too painful to hold in.
I grabbed the pre-opened bottle and took another eight out.
I put them in my mouth, using the blood as something to help swallow.
The door opened.
I didn't want to look at him.
The bathroom floor was covered in little white pills.
I held back the rest of the blood, not wanting to ruin my only chance.
"Aria, what did you do?" Dabi asked. "How many did you take? What did you take?"
I couldn't respond without throwing up beforehand.
I hunched over the toilet, my back arching with every spew of blood.
"I don't know, thirteen?" I whispered.
I turned around, tears streaming down my cheeks, blood oozing out of the wounds.
He looked mortified.
"Aria, what did you take?"
I pushed the box towards him.
"Vicodin" I whispered.
He read over the DO NOT OPEN label, and opened the box.
The look of horror on his face when he saw all the bottles.
Shigaraki Walked in, unsuspecting.
He looked mortified as well.
"What happened this time?" Shigaraki sighed.
"She found your old Vicodin stash and took some"
"How many?" He asked, amused.
"Thirteen. She's going to die!" Dabi said.
"I would have preferred to hear it directly from Aria, but she looks zoned out, that's just the start"
"What do you mean ' that's just the start ' ?"
"Overdose" I whispered.
My breathing slowed, my eyes started to water.
"Aria, keep throwing up, that's the only way you'll live"
"Don't encourage her, this is just getting to the good part!"
"She's eleven, you said that you wanted her to live"
"I said to keep her alive, not that I wanted her to be alive "
"Isn't that the same thing?"
I turned back around, sticking my finger in the bullet hole.
At the end to the throw up session, there were little circles, Vicodin.
I counted them out.
6.
" Unnatural respiratory function. My breathing is slowed by a landslide. I'm going to die!" I smiled.
"Aria, don't you want to go back to 1-A? Be with the heroes? Become a diagnostician or whatever the hell you want? You can't die"
My smile turned to a blank expression, my head spinning.
"I can't feel anything" I said, propping myself against the toilet.
"There's no labels on the bottles, how much is in each capsule?" I ask Shigaraki.
"A high, high dosage. About three hundred milligrams"
I turned around and continued to throw up.
"Hawks is supposed to be here soon, he's not going to be happy when he sees this"
"Why don't we knock her out?" Shigaraki says.
"Why don't you let me die?" I say.
"Why don't you stop digging in my stash?" Shigaraki responds.
"Why don't you stop fighting?" Dabi- interrupted.
"I'll stop fighting her when she's dead"
"I'll stop fighting him when I'm dead"
"Nobody is dying, got it? Shigaraki, you go deal with hawks while I help Aria get everything out of her system"
"No, I think I'll watch"
"Go!"
"Jesus fucking Christ, I'm going"
"I would much rather have Dabi here than you, Shigaraki"
"Fuck you!"
I heard a door open.
Dabi shut the bathroom door.
"If I keep throwing up, my throat could literally turn my throat inside out"
"Then take a break and continue after. I'll get you water, you're probably dehydrated"
He opened the bathroom door, the muffled talking of hawks and Dabi inaudible.
Why did I do this?
The door opened, but neither Dabi or Shigaraki walked in. Not even twice, toga, or kurogiri.
Hawks.
He looked as mortified as everyone else did.
Dumb bitch.
Chicken.
What's taking Dabi so long?
"Holy shit, are you okay?" Hawks asked.
I sighed, disappointingly.
"No, as a matter of fact, I'm not okay"
Dani walked in, probably after creeping in the doorway.
"Hawks, you can leave now" Dabi said.
"I think that instead of you taking care of her, I take her to the ER, where they can help her properly and safely" Hawks snapped back.
I started feeling dizzy, but without the nausea.
I stood up and grabbed the water out of dabi's hand.
I took a sip and started feeling nauseous again.
I turned around and threw up for the millionth time.
"And why is she covered in blood from the ribs down?"
"Because Shigaraki didn't wanna kill her, so he thought he could just shoot her!"
"What the hell?"
Everything started turning into blobs and started spinning.
"Hah, I think I'm dying" I said.
"Aria, are you okay? You're bleeding a lot" Hawks asked.
"I don't- I- I- wha-" I couldn't make out full sentences.
"Stroke?" Shigaraki chimed in.
"Not helping, Shigaraki"
My head started to feel lighter and lighter, my breathing slowing down even more.
"Aria, stay with us" Hawks sat down next to Dabi.
My limbs go numb, my knees giving out.
"Aria?" Dabi says.
I turned around, my vision blurry and unfocused.
My body is trying to fight off the effects of the drug.
Why?
"You shouldn't have opened the box in the first place" Shigaraki said. "it's your fault"
"I'm sorry" I whispered.
My chest tightened, I grabbed the spot with both wounds and started crying.
"I just want it to be over" I whispered. "I just wanted to go home"
"What if you let me take her to the hospital, then we can sort this out?"
"No hospitals, I've been in them way too often"
"Aria, you'll die"
"What if the reason I did this was because I want to be-"
The effects of the Vicodin started to wear off, the pain came rushing back.
I screamed internally.
"Aria?"
I couldn't keep throwing up, my body is too tired to even try.
"It's not entirely going to work, I'll probably still die. Narcan would have worked wonders for this" I said, my teeth chattering along to my shivering.
It's so cold.
I've lost so much blood.
I stop breathing, my throat burns.
Hawks comes closer, pulling me into a hug.
I'm too tired to hug him back.
But I still try.
I hug him back to the best of my ability, my eyes closing.
I let my arms slowly fall down.
I stopped crying, I didn't have energy.
You finally did it, Aria.
You achieved your goal.
No. I didn't.
My goal is to become a diagnostician.
Not to die.
Why did I do this?
My body spoke before my brain.
Maybe I will live?
No, you can't.
You're dying, Aria.
You're supposed to be dead.
I took my last breath in hawk's arms.