Save Me From Myself (mha x oc)

Five

Curled up in my bed, I was crying. I got into UA, but it still wasn't good enough for her. The bruises along my ribs hurt so much, and my arms itched. It has been awhile since I last hurt myself, and all the cuts were healing by now.

I was miserable and so overwhelmed by my thoughts. Will I ever be good enough? I was so hungry too, I needed to eat something.

I got up out of bed, walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. There was some leftover rice that my mom was eating for breakfast. I didn't even bother heating it up, I ate straight out of the container.

"Mira, sweetie, what are you doing in the fridge? You know I didn't give you permission to eat." Mom was standing in the doorway, one hand against the frame the other on her hip. "If you eat, you are going to get fat. And then who will want you?"

I looked up at her with wide eyes, she caught me eating. Which means a punishment will follow. Mom walked up to me, pushing me to the floor. The rice container broke under me, glass shards cut me on the face and hands.

Next came a kick to the stomach, "Throw it up." I only grunted in response. "I SAID THROW IT UP YOU DAMN BRAT!" She kept kicking my stomach until I puke on the floor and myself.

"Clean this shit up, I don't want to see anything when I come back." My mom took her things and slipped on her shoes, and walked out the door. She was probably going to her boyfriend's house.

I layed in the glass and throw up trying to gather enough strength to stand up. The glass kept slicing my face, but I deserved it. I ate without permission, one of the few rules in this house.

After 20 minutes I finally started to clean up the mess I made, then got in the shower. I didn't bother pulling the glass shards out of my face, only my hands, and I washed off all of my stomach contents. Black spots dotted my vision and I swayed on my feet, almost hitting the wall.

That's when I knew, I couldn't keep this up, either I improve myself or die. And I have no clue which is worse. I walked myself to my room, putting on some fabric shorts and a long sleeve shirt.

I stumbled my way out the door and down the stairs until I reached the street. I needed to find some place where I could just sit down for a little while. There was an alley behind some dumpsters, it definitely wasn't the safest, but it would do.

I just need sometime to rest, I thought sitting down in a corner. It was a very dirty area and some questionable people around. I was not going to fall asleep, even though I'm so tired, to instead watch my surroundings. Oh, but I was in so much pain it was quite tempting.

Just before I passed out from too much pain, I heard whistling and steps getting closer to me.

Ugh, someone was poking my side. Wait- what?! My eyes sprung open to see a blonde man with red wings crouching over me. "What are you doing?" I scooted away from the hero I now recognized as Hawks.

"Hey kid, are you okay? Your face is bleeding and you look very pale."

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine."

"No, you really aren't. Let me help you at least with your wounds." Why would he do that? It's not like I needed any help. I could do it all by myself.

Before I realized that he had tweezers in his hand, a piece was already taken out.

"WHAT THE FUCK MAN??!!?! That shit hurt," I saw him collecting all the glass pieces and putting them into a container. Next he cleaned all the cuts on my hands and face, that way he could bandage them up.

"What happened? It's dangerous leaving glass in a wound. It could get infected."

"I fell. I was tired so I slept."

"You sure?"

"Yep. I'm all good, so thanks for helping me but I got it."

"Kid, it's my job to take care of civilians like you. If anyone is hurting you can come to us heros, and we will help you."

That's such bullshit. They only help people when they can get something out of it. "Thank you for the help, but I'm going to leave now."

I walked away from the overgrown chicken in the direction of Dabi's place. You wanted to spend some time with him before school starts, losing all your time.

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Dabi took me into his arms, embracing me. He smelled of smoke, which I found to be very comforting. Dabi picked me up and set me down on the couch, then sat next to me.

"Baby, what happened? Your face is all bandaged up. Did someone hurt you?" He said that last part very seriously.

"Yeah, I'm good." I moved around on the couch so I could be cuddled up to him. "No one hurt me, you don't have to worry." Which was a total lie. My mom beat the shit out of me this morning and I could feel the effects of no food.

Dabi saw how tired I was and gave me a kiss on the forehead before wrapping his arms around me. I fell asleep to some kid throwing his backpack at a slimy villain on the news.