I Hate That I Love You || Todoroki x OC [Discontinued]

Chapter Seven- I don't care about your engines, Eyebrows.

For some reason, my body decided it would be fun to wake me up at the ungodly hours.

In other words - at 3:38 am.

To some extent, I was glad it did. In my sleep, images of a past I couldn't piece together haunted me. This recurring dream was what I assumed to be, my non-existent childhood. But the thing was, I could never remember my dream. It was as if someone had put a wall in my head, because there was something I couldn't find out.

You know that feeling when someone is like 'I have a secret!' so like any other normal person you ask about it then they fucking say 'Ehe! I'm not telling you!'

THEN THE CURIOSITY KILLS YOU AND YOU JUST NEED TO-

It felt like that but the thing is, I was keeping a secret from myself that I know about but at the same time I don't know specifically what it is.

You know what I mean?

I would wake up in cold sweat and just so alert which meant that I would always be wide awake right after.

The saddest part is that I've gotten used to it.

I really wanted to know but at the same time, to me, the next eight years of my life were much more important to be mainly because I can't REMEMBER THE FIRST SEVEN.

... I would wonder though.

Did I ever have a family?

What happened to them?

What happened to me?

... Did anyone ever go looking for me? Did anyone ever miss me?

I shouldn't do this to myself.

I need to sleep. Please world. Please just let me go back to sleep. A dreamless sleep.

Sleep...sleep... sleep!

Just when I was I was feeling so proud of myself for going to school, I just had to ruin it all with this.

Crap... I think I'm going to cry.

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My Uncle dropped me to the school and all the while, we were arguing over who's the best character in Beauty and the Beast... obviously it's Lumiére. No question about that.

I sat down at the back of the classroom, listening to my music and staring out of the window, wishing I was with Chat Noir.

Someone walked into the room and I glanced up with tired eyes.

Oh it was... what's his name again? Todo... Todora? Toradora? I don't know. I'm too tired to think.

I nodded at him in a silent greeting and turned out to look out the window.

I should write this down.

I liked writing. It helped me gather my thoughts and it helped me remember things.

Ah.

Looks like I wrote in it yesterday last night, even though I don't remember doing it. I'll write a bit more, I guess.

The first person I saw was... Freckles.

He was inspiring, I guess. It was the best way to describe it. His enthusiasm was contagious and I didn't like it. Well, he was very influential.

I shut the small note book and shoved it into my bag and looked back out of the window. Why was I born as a human?

How easy would life be if I was a bird, or a loved house cat.