I approached my mom. She was awake but didn't move. She looked at me and then at the nurse assisting her. The nurse took the tube out of her mouth so she could talk. Once it was out, my mom coughed a little.
"Hi."
"Hi, mom."
"What happened to me not being your mom anymore?" Her voice was raspy.
"You're kinda dying."
"Yeah."
"So what happened?"
"Someone came looking for your dad and when I said he passed away, he attacked me with his quirk. It was a blade but by the time someone got there, it turned into dust."
"Do you remember what he looked like?" She used her quirk. Her quirk was air precision. She can control the air to look like a drawing. And she did art as a hobby. She drew a really detailed face of a man. I took a picture of it.
"You doing ok?"
"Everything fucking hurts."
"I believe that."
"Y/N."
"Mom."
"I'm sorry for everything. I didn't mean to hurt you or your father. I just wasn't happy but I didn't have the heart to tell him anything."
"He loved you more than you know."
"I know. And I'll be able to see him soon. I can apologize to him for being such a terrible wife to him and a worse mother to his daughter."
"I'm sure he will accept it." I looked at my watch. I had to get back to the dorms in 10 minutes if I wanted to go to school on time. "You'll be ok Mom."
"You think so?"
"Yeah."
"I signed a DNR."
"You did?"
"I don't want to hurt you again. I love you Y/N. So... so mu..." Flatline. I looked down at her. She close her eyes right before. I looked at the watch. Time of death, 7:53 AM. I walked out to the observatory room and through the hallways. The boys followed me but didn't say anything. I walked back to the dorms in my own little world. I went to my room and got changed into my uniform. I walked to school alone. I didn't talk. I only focus on the lesson. People tried talking to me but I wasn't aware enough to answer them.
"Y/N?" I couldn't even look. My mind was screaming at my body to move but it wouldn't. School went by, I didn't open my mouth. Not once. Not to eat, not to speak, not to just open it. It stayed shut. I walked back to the dorms in silence, earning a Hey Y/N once. From Midoriya. Once he saw my face, his smile faded. He just went back to Uraraka and Iida. I got to my room and shut the door. I went to my blade bag... where is it? I looked on my bed, under the bed, in my nightstand, bathroom, desk, closet, and clothes. It was gone.
"Where?" My voice was hoarse. I kept looking. Then it clicked. They might've taken them. I sighed and changed out of my uniform. I grabbed my wallet and phone and left the dorms, walking to the convenience store. I grabbed a pack of sharpeners, some candy, and bandages. I went up to the cashier.
"That'll be 1278 yen."
"Ok." I started counting my money. My throat hurt from saying that one word.
"What's all the sharpeners for?"
"I need to donate something to contribute to my class tomorrow. It has to be related to school."
"Ok." I gave him the money and he rang me up.
"Thanks."
"Bye. Come back soon." I left the store and went to another store little ways down. I bought a glasses repair kit for the screwdriver. I went back to the dorms.
"What's in the bag?" Bakugo was waiting for me. I didn't speak. "Y/N?" I just looked at him and kept walking to my dorm. He didn't follow me. I got in my room and locked the door, rushing to open the sharpener bag and the screwdriver. I unscrewed it quickly and just started sitting. Everything was bloody. Wrists, stomach, thighs, chest, hips, everything was cut and bloody.
"Y/N.It's Mr. Aizawa. Can I come in and speak with you?" Shit. I grabbed the bandages and wrapped myself quickly. "Y/N?" Faster, faster, faster. "I'll come back in 5 minutes." I took a deep breath. I finished and put a pile of clothes on my desk covering everything. I ran to my door, taking a deep breath before opening it. He was waiting right outside of it. "May I come in?" I nodded and opened the door wider. He walked in and stood at the door. "I've been informed of some things. Can we go discuss it with the principal?" I nodded and walked out with him. We walked to the campus and straight to his office in silence. He knocked on the door.
"Enter!" Nezu was sitting on his desk chair. I sat in the opposing chair and Aizawa stood beside him. "So, Y/N, may we talk to you about a few things?" His smile faded into all seriousness. I nodded. "First, we have news that your mother passed away this morning and you still went to school." I avoided his eyes. "We are sorry for your loss. We offer a school grief counselor if you would like to speak to them."
"Ok." My voice hurt.
"And regarding the reason why you were in the hospital," he continued. I started playing with my sleeves. "We are going to have to send you to"
"NO!" I yelled, I nearly jumped out of my chair. I sat back down and just breathed. "Don't send me away." My voice was quiet. Nearly a whisper.
"Ok. It's either rehab or a therapist 2 times a week. And daily checks for cuts by Mr. Aizawa 3 times a day." I held up the number two. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah."
"And one more thing. You attacked a few students as well?"
"That wasn't me..."
"We got their statements. They said they were asleep when they felt you get up. They asked you where you were going and you said, and I quote from all four, "To get rid of the sadness." Is this correct?"
"No. It wasn't me. I wasn't awake."
"Then who was it?"
"I don't know but when I woke up, I was in the bathroom and I was bleeding. A lot." I looked down at my sleeves.
"Ok. Were you hit with a quirk?"
"I don't think so. It talks to me though."
"It? Whatever controls you is alive?"
"I don't know sir. But can I go back now?" They both just looked at each other.
"We will make some adjustments to your room. Please stay in another student's room for the next 2 days." I nodded. "You may leave now." I got up and bowed. I left the room and trudged back to the dorms. I opened the door and Han was there.
"Hi." I just looked at him. I wanted to cry. But I held it together. "You ok?" And of course, he had to say that. I threw my shoes off and ran to my room, locking the door behind me.
What is wrong with me?
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MHA X Depressed Reader
De TodoY/N has always been bullied for many things. Her height, the way she looks, the way she acts, the way she speaks and sounds. But most of all, her dad died. People would rub it in her face that they had dads and she didn't. Little did they know it wo...
