Our Little Secret

Chapter 11

TRIGGER WARNING:
SELF HARM

~Midoriya

I lay there, in my bed, staring at the roof. The love of my life was gone. He was my light, in a dark night, and now the light was gone, I couldn't see anything. I couldn't see a future where I was alive, where I was happy. Not without him. Tears ran my down my face, making puddles on my cushion. I couldn't survive without him. This was my fault. All of it. I could've protected him, somehow. I remembered all the words people have used to abuse me over these years. Words that have been used to put me down. I couldn't take it anymore. I walked to my desk, and picked up my sharpener. I unscrewed the screw and took out the blade. I rolled up my sleeves. I dragged the blade along my wrists. For a second there was nothing, then blood surfaced. I cut. Thinking about loosing him fueled me. Deeper and deeper I cut. Until I heard the front door open. I his the blade, and wrapped a bandage around my wrists, and pulled down my sleeves. I cleaned the blood on the floor.
"Izuku!?" My mom yelled, "Are you home?"
"Yes mom." I said, my voice quivering.
"Are you OK?" She asked.
"Yes mom, I'm fine." I lied.
I wasn't fine. My everything had been taken from me. My reason for existing. I couldn't live anymore, knowing he was gone. I couldn't stand not knowing if he was OK.
I woke up the next day. Tuesday. My mom walked in.
"Honey, time to get up and go to school." She said.
"Mom, no. You know what happened." I argued.
"I think its best you spend time with other class mates so they can support you." She said.
"Mom..." I groaned.
"Get up." She said.
'Maybe I should go to school.' I thought ,'If they had any news on Bakugo, and the others, I would find out at school.'
I got to class late, but Mr. Aizawa still hadn't arrived. I noticed that everyone else, apart from the kidnapped three, was here. That surprised me a bit. As I sat down Mr. Aizawa entered.
"Because of yesterdays events, there will be no work, and this will be a time to relax." He said.
"Is there any news?" Ururaka asked.
"No." He answered.
I knew this would be useless. I put my head in my hands and my elbows on the table. I thought of the time when we stood in the park, and he cried on my shoulder. After that, we sat on the swings, holding hands. I thought of the time he carried me home from the beach, how he kissed me in my bed, and how I asked him to leave when I wanted him to stay. I loved him so much, it was unbearable. I couldn't sit around, knowing he was out there. But I couldn't save him either.

~Bakugo

We were helpless, and all I could do was think about Deku. Suddenly, the villain with the blue hair entered the room.
"Fantastic." He croaked, "We are all awake."
"What do you want from us!?" Tokoyami shouted.
"Well, I think you would all make perfect villains, Bakugo with his anger, Todoroki with his hate, and you, with your dark shadow." He chuckled, "Oh, and I know all your secrets. Hmm..."
"We will never be one of you!" I said, spitting at him.
"Calm down now, or I'll have to go and get your precious Izuku." He said.
"He hates Izuku!" Todoroki yelled.
"I wouldn't be to sure of that." The villain chuckled.
"Bakugo, what's he talking about?" Todoroki asked.
I didn't answer. All I could think about was Deku. His messy green hair, his beautiful emerald eyes.
I wondered if I would ever see him again.