Dʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ Bʟᴏᴏᴅ

Gone Away

The light from my window blinded me as I slowly opened my eyes. I quickly shut them and threw my blanket over my head. I waited a minute and got out of my bed already yearning for the warm hug of my soft blanket. My body felt heavy and every step I took made a dull pain envelope my body. I bit of crusted black blood dried on my cheek and I sloppily wiped it away. I arrived in front of the mirror in the bathroom and took in my appearance. I looked like a zombie that was killed, revived, killed, and then revived again.

I took a quick shower and took care of my other morning needs. I dressed in my uniform and went downstairs to prepare breakfast for myself. There were about two hours before school started, but I liked to be there early to take care of my business. I grabbed a ceramic bowl from the cabinet and opened the refrigerator to grab the milk. I went to the dining table and emptied the cereal box that was already sitting there into my bowl. I poured the milk in and sat down on a chair to start eating.

Wanting to get to school early, I shoveled mouthfuls of cereal into my mouth and practically inhaled it. I finished my bowl of cereal in five minutes flat and dropped it into the sink. I grabbed my bag and headed out of the house.

I breathed in the morning air and took in my surroundings. The sun cascaded an orange glow on the streets and left a calm aura in the air. Birds were softly chirping and the soft breeze ruffled the flowers. I brushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear as I slowed my pace into a saunter.

I took my time, not wanting to agitate my already sore muscles. I arrived at the school gates that were thankfully devoid of reporters and interviewers. I made way to Class 1-A and opened the door to find it empty. I settled down at my desk got worried. If I'm not getting that feeling to cough right now, that means that it might occur during class, which is exactly what I don't want to happen. That, or the next time it will happen I will cough out my lungs, and I'm not even joking about that.

The schedule of the "itchy feeling" is sometime before school, and sometimes after school. That means it occurs only two times a day. Yesterday, a third one was triggered, which means that the disease is getting worse and my feelings were growing stronger. I don't even know how they could be growing stronger, nothing even happened yesterday.

Wait. Something did happen.
Izuku spoke to me in a voice that was so concerned over me, it made my heart race. My head was swirling with thoughts and feelings that I didn't even notice how fast my heart was beating. Now that I think of it, my heart was probably beating fast whenever he talked to me. The little things Izuku do to me just make me fall deeper for him.

I tightened my fists and clenched my teeth. My eyebrows furrowed and my nose wrinkled. I felt so frustrated. Frustrated and irritated at myself. Why did I let myself fall for him? How did he manage to capture my heart? I could I let myself tumble into love so deep I'm drowning in it?

I banged my fists on my desk and shoot up out of my seat, making it fall back and toppled over onto its side. I let out a frustrated yell.

"Why?! Why did I do this to myself?!" I struggled to hold back my tears and choked back heavy sobs. I banged my fist once more and I let out a sob. Not being able to bear it any longer, I threw out all my emotions. My anger, my sorrow, my frustration, my despair, my disappointment, all the feelings I've been holding back since this cursed disease took over me.

I bashed my fists on my desk and let the overflowing tears spill onto the desk. My quirk accidentally activated and my desk started to dent and crack with every hit.

This continued for. . . quite a while. I slammed my fist to my broken desk which had collapsed on the floor. I was on my knees and arched over the demolished desk. The desk was wet from tears and snot and my sleeves were soaked from wiping my eyes constantly. My face was coated with salty tears and the snot dripping from my nose. My eyes felt puffy and irritated and my vision was blurry. I felt numb and empty, unable to feel any emotion at the moment. I let everything out. Everything.