Buns and guns

Chapter 2: scars that can't heal

I wish...I wish I had friends, I wish I didn't kill you, I wish I hadn't hurt myself, and I wish that you were still here.

My names himiko toga and this is my story. When I was five I killed my mom. My dad died before I was born. When I reached eight everything changed because I was put in an orphanage. My room smelled of liquor and mildew, rats where living in the chimney, and spider bights every night. The other girls played while I sat alone cause they didn't like me. I would usually play with my toy buttons. She was a piece of cloth, stuffed with an old flannel with one button eye and some strings attached to her head. I made her my self and was always proud. But the girls thought I was weird and they would gossip about me. Saying "why does she carry that stupid doll everywhere?" Or "she's kinda creepy." I didn't care though I kept to myself until one day I couldn't tolerate Finnis Murphy's action. I was walking and dropped my doll finnis picked it up and ripped it to shreds. I first stared then pounced on her biting her and stabbing her with my pencil. When they got my off is when I unlocked my quirk. My pencil had blood on it and so I licked it curious in a twisted way. All of a sudden I looked like her and boom there was my quirk later that day I was put in the detention room but after breaking out to the mental hospital. That didn't hold me for long so finally the insane asylum. As I was there there was one thing unique I saw my arms had red and pink lines reminding me of the scars that can't heal.