The Iron Lily [Boku no hero Academia Next Gen]

Contemplation in the dark

Trapped in the near-dark, I had time. Far, far too much time, and was thus left for my thoughts and dreads to consume me.
The last 24 hours had been the most hectic time of my short life. These few pages are all I'm afraid I can remember of that horrible time. For some bits, the details I can remember seem too specific to be real, perhaps my brain even filled in some lost ones, or erased times I have no want of. However, the gist of it is certainly real.

My years spent here have been filled with questions. Sometimes I'm the one asking them, sometimes I try my best to reply, or ignore, depending on the inquirer. "Why?" is a common one.

"Why me?", "Why did I do that?", and for those who have been here too long, "Why am I here?".

Some forget.
But I won't.

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I don't blame my mother. 
I know that sounds ridiculous, but it's true. The months flipping into years here has given me plenty of time to think, and I don't believe that she truly-

No, I... I can't say for sure. I can't say anything for sure until I get out of here.
If  I get out of here. I'll prove it though.
I'll show the world the dirty, underhand side of the heroes, that they aren't on anyone's side, just there to please themselves and get rich off the fame. If they had actually been decent humans, I wouldn't be in here. Who takes a poor, innocent child from the safe arms of their mothe- actually scratch that. The point should be taken though.
I don't know what happened to my mother. Mostly, I don't care.

You know, part of me still kind of hopes...

                                                        ...that she's all right.