Scars from the past

Once innocent

"YOU SHITTY NERD! YOURE USELESS! NOBODY CARES ABOUT A QUIRKLESS CHILD LIKE YOU!". My once loving childhood friend screamed. "K-kacchan" I yelped in fear, backing up. "WHY DONT YOU JUST DIE DEKU!"  He continued. "K-ka- *cough* kacchan! *cough cough* p-please.... s-s-stop!" I cried. But the hits kept coming. Eventually he finally left. I just curled up into a ball. Feeling numb and lifeless.
                *time skip brought to you by depression*
I kept thinking about what Bakugou said. "JUST DIE DEKU!". I don't know how much longer I can handle this. All the abuse. Especially from someone who once would threaten anyone who hurt me. I was siting in my room. Having my knees curled up to my chest. "What if..." I started to mumble. "If I do exactly what's he's Ben telling me to do?" I shiver as memories of being beat, emotionally and physically go through my mind. "Would anyone care if I,... just disappeared?" I felt my heart ache. "I can't handle the pain I feel..." I stare at my scared wrists. "How numb I feel". I get up from my bed and walk over to my desk. No I couldn't break a promise this soon. I opened the drawer. No I promised my self I wouldn't. I grab a case and open it. No... but I'll feel something... right? I grab the razor blade from the box, filled with other items needed to 'help' me. I'll be happy if I do this. I'll be less numb. I hover the blade over my skin. Just one and I'll feel better. I drag the sharp tool against my wrist. The feel of it being freeing, as beautiful crimson trailed behind it. "A-ahh" I sighed at the drugged feeling. It's as if all my worries had come out as that beautiful crimson. Before I knew it my whole arm was dripping with blood. "Damn it" I muttered to my self. Why do I do this? I know it doesn't actually make it better. But it feels so goood~. I put the blade down. Slowly wrapping my arms up after a second of being mesmerized by the gorgeous red poring from my body. I can't let mom know about this. I felt dizzy. I walked back to my bed, feeling guilty for what I had just done, and drifted off to sleep.