Izuku's guide on how to survive middle school

Step 11

(Don't)
Follow their advice
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Exhausting. That's what life has been for me in the past few years. Watching how everyone just moved on, while I was left behind to rot.

Have you ever thought what happens after we die? Do our souls assent to the sky, or are we destined to fall into the underworld? Do we get reborn, or is there just nothing after death? Is there payment for ones sins? Should one suffer in their afterlife too? Or is it a place of peace and tranquility?

So many possibilities and yet no way of knowing. The mankind is destined to always walk that thin line between good and bad that they have built for themselves until their day of judgement. There is always that lingering fear behind everyone's actions of what is to come and what is to happen after we die. We prefer to focus on enjoying what we were so generously given, before we lose it for something unknown. That's the way humans work.

Me, I am not a human apparently. As I have been told more times than I can count, I am just a disgrace. Nothing more, nothing less. And as such, I do not believe that after my death I could find something worst than the life I am already living.

Have you ever been told to kill your self? Me? I have been told many times. When you are getting bullied,death threats are something normal. Everyone encourages you to just do it. Slit your your wrists, hang your self, take some pills or fall off of a tall building. No one cares if you die or live when you are as useless and pathetic as me.

My desk was full of such proclamations. At least, it was, before the scorch mark covered everything. I have been told to just die face to face too, but my mind tends to block out these things. Interaction that seemed important have been falling into the endless pit inside my mind, locked away with a key that I don't have an access to. Maybe that's better. I'd rather not remember whatever hides behind these doors.

The point is, I have grown tired. Too tired to even care at this point. I live in a constant state of wanting to leave this place behind, but being too afraid to follow through. I just wish a truck could just run me over by accident. At least then, I wouldn't be another number on the rising statistics of quirkless people before the age of 20.

The day that my teacher confronted me about my jealousy, I ended up staying in the classroom for the rest of the brake. Since I had the energy to laugh so much, the teacher thought it would be better I put it to use. So, I had to go and try to salvage whatever was salvageable from my still smoking desk. Spoiler alert, I couldn't improve its situation much. Burned wood would forever cover up the desks surface. At least, it's not hurtful words.

For the rest of that day, I had tried to stay on the low. More than usual I may add. If there was a lesson that required of me to interact with students, I would skip it. There was no need for my other classmates to fight over who would be the unlucky one to partner up with me. If I was not there, then it would be problem solved! I wouldn't be causing any commotion...

I did my best to avoid Kacchan, because I knew what was coming. I knew it, as well as I knew that I am not good at hiding from him. Or, maybe he is rather good at finding me. No matter the case, I tried to keep as much distance as possible. If he were to see me, the next moment I would be gone, as if I had just evaporated. I knew that this would get on his nerves more. But, if there was a one in a trillion chance that he wouldn't catch me and I would get to go home safe, I would gladly take it over anything else, thank you very much!