"Don't hold back! I'll help if it gets out of control"
"Dad-no, I can't" I refuse to use my quirk, unless it is absolutely necessary.
He locks eyes with me and nods. "You need to get rid of your fears, your quirk is very powerful and is a good quirk to have" he rests his hands on my sholders.
"Can we not do this? Not right now,I have a meeting with my lawyer and I'm not in the mood" I head straight to my room and I can feel my control breaking. I fight back and compose myself.
I put on some music and get ready for the meeting. I get dressed in a crewneck and leggings. I tye my hair in a high ponytail and braid the rest. Tidying myself up I put on my convers. Grabing my sling bag I head out.
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"JUST STOP! STOP WITH THE QUESTIONS, STOP INTERIGATING ME. Just stop, I'm your daughter, not your suspect " I give him a blazing glare. I run up to my room and lock myself inside.
I blast some NF and Five Finger Death punch. I half scream in frustration, allowing my fists to come down on my thighs. I crumble onto my floor. I don't want to, but I'm basically dependent on it. I grab my kit and then reach in the depths of my old homework drawer,pulling out a beat up metal lock box. I enter the code and pull out a old tore up wash rag. Untying it I reach for a shiny piece of glass.
I roll up my sleeves and my arms are full of scars going every which way. Most are healed and the most recent ones are from about half a month ago. I hate that I can't stop, I can't stop hurting myself.
I drag the edge across my skin and repeat. I wrap cotton and bandages around my arms. I fall to the ground and cry.
I'm so god damn weak, why do I always break.
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(Word count 377)
Sorry for the realllllyyyy short chapters. I'm swamped with college homework. Yall try doing a collage class in highschool and tell me how you fair.
But I love yall and have a good day/night!!!!
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Unforgettable
FanfictionA girl taken and she can't remember anything from her past. Besides trying to find out who she is, she has to deal with the trauma, and not knowing who to trust. (This is my story, if you don't like it, sorry for your luck. Cover is not...
