Forgotten (mha, Dabi)

Empty Bag

It did take quite a while for me to be able to fully move again. It still hurt, but I managed to go out of my room and outside. For the past two weeks the boy has been going outside at night to get us food. Sometimes he even came home empty-handed, meaning we had nothing to eat and we would have to starve for a day, sometimes two. During the day we never went outside in the public places, considering how people act around us. So we just ended up being hungry for some time. I eventually got used to it, but I noticed that both of us have been losing some unhealthy amount of weight. We didn't have any money, and every time I told him we can ask some people for help, he'd say that was not going to work. People are mean, and seeing some scarred, dirty teenager walking out of some shady, dangerous place only let people avoid him more. Humans tend to avoid things if they don't like it. They don't like dirty things, they don't like children who live like rats. Heroes, you might ask? None. Their job is to save the country from evil, they don't have the time to help poor teenagers living in some house that could break at any time. Every time when he came back with nothing but an empty bag, I'd get an overwhelming feeling of sadness, disappointment and rage. I couldn't bear the fact that no one ever wondered enough to at least ask who we are. How old are we. Why are we here, where are we from, how did we get here? Do we need help?..
It was night, the temperature was, lucky enough for me, warm enough to not freeze at night. Most of the times I slept pretty well, even though the bed is a little broken. I was waiting for Toya to come back with the food. My stomach has been tightening together since this morning. It hurt. I was slowly getting more adapted to it, but sometimes it would get really difficult to go sleep at night with an empty stomach. Finally, I heard the door opening and footsteps entering the house. The footsteps were heavy hitting against the floor, almost not even lifting. I already knew what that meant: No food. Toya, all exhausted, walked into the living room where I was and stared at the floor disappointed and frustrated. My throat felt dry and I couldn't shake the feeling away of wanting to vomit. He had nothing but an empty bag, again. 

"Sorry, they closed it right in front of my face. Didn't even give me a chance." He muttered, his voice tinged with the weight of unspoken guilt and frustration.

"But look what I got instead..." he whispered, while getting something out of his pockets. 

In his hands he was holding 50$. My eyes lit up, feeling much better although I was hungry.

"I didn't want to spend them today yet, we can save it for the next few days." He said, giving me a warm smile. 

"You're the best!" I said as he sat next to me and put the money in the bag, so he wouldn't lose it. He then sat bit closer, his knee touching mine. I didn't mind it much. 

"Where'd you get that from?" I asked. 

"Found it, well uh... kinda stole it I guess." He said, in his voice a tint of guilt. 

"The woman who closed the shop in front of me lost it. I grabbed it and hid it before she would get suspicious and ran away with it." He explained. 

"She deserves it" I said, trying to cheer him up and distract him from the guilt. 

Toya smiled a bit. I could see how insecure he was. 

"How is your skin doing? Does it still hurt?" His tone was gentle, but in his voice was a hint of concern.

I lifted my arm up, showing him how much I could move it. 

"Definitely better, it kinda hurts but I am getting used to it. Maybe I can start going get the food soon." I said as he took my arm closer to him and poked the nearly fully healed wound. 

"Ouch!" I yelled, pulling my arm away. 

"Was that necessary?!" 

He chuckled amused at my reaction. 

"Fuck you" I mumbled. 

"You sensitive bitch," he said with a cheeky grin. 

"You fucking bastard." 

"Don't call me that." 

"You started first." 

"No, you said fuck you." 

"No, you poked my arm that's why." 

He rolled his eyes and leaned in closer to my face and stuck his tongue out. 

"I'm gonna rip that tongue out of your mouth with my own hands if you keep doing that." 

Toya laughed a little and then put his chin on my shoulder. My body tensed up a little at his closeness, trying not to push him away immediately. 

"Toya stop." I said. 

He raised an eyebrow confused. 

"Why?" He asked. 

"It hurts." 

Toya lifted his head up and sat again straight in his own space. I felt again how my stomach tightened, making me feel sick and my throat feeling like I was about to vomit. 

"I'm still hungry." I mumbled quietly under my breath. 

Toya looked at me, his face showing a bit of sympathy. 

"Me too." 

We didn't say anything after that. I just looked around the room, not thinking much more. My eyelids were heavy, slowly making it difficult to keep my eyes open. I should go to bed... but I was too tired. I couldn't even move a muscle, everything felt like I was made out of stone. Soon enough, I closed my eyes, and leaned to the side towards the arm of the couch. I heard Toya clear his throat before he also leaned down on the other side. Finally, my breathing got steadier and calmer, and I fell asleep.

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Mlem :P

Okay so... I just might want to warn some people that the next chapter might be EXTREMELY triggering, such as suicidal thoughts/behaviour so please if you are triggered by such things, stop reading! I am not sure how much a nightmare about suicide can trigger someone, so please skip the next chapter and go the the one after... or just dont read this at all, lol. 

Hold on, I gotta check if the one after the nightmare might be triggering-

It could be ig, Y/N wakes up but there is no disturbing image, i feel like that one might be less triggering... 

I warned yall!

I hope you'll be interested and intrigued :) 

Thank you for reading so far!

Enjoy <3