The Wings That Carry Us (mha au)

Chapter One

"You're useless."
"You'll never be a hero"
"Grow up"
"Stupid Deku"

These are the voices I hear. The words that are said to me every day. A constant reminder of who I am.

My name is Izuku Midoriya. Better known as Deku.

I'm struggling with my life. Every day, some boys from a differnet school will corner me and torment and bully me. Today, they let their worst on me. How can I survive in a world like this?

I slowly walk home. I get home and go upstairs, shut my door, and sink to the floor.

After a while, a crawl to the corner and curl into a ball. I start thinking about things. About my values and my worth in this world.

I hear the voices again. They say, "You're useless Deku."

Cut them out. Of your life, and your head.

Cut, cut, cut them out. Cut, cut, cut them out.

I reach under my bed and pull out a box.

There's no turning back.

I open it up and pull out a box cutter. I said I wouldn't do it again.

But I still grab it. I need to get rid of them.

I press the blade against my skin. I slowly press hard, cutting the skin. I keep doing it, again and again. Tears coming out of my eyes, I realize what I'm doing. I drop the blade.

I go to the bathroom and wrap up my arms in gauze. I pull on a sweatshirt and the door bell rings.

I answer the door. Outside is standing Uraraku. She's crying.

I wrap my arm around her and bring her inside. She pours everything out, finding comfort in my arms. When she feels better, she heads home.

Next day

"Move fucking Deku," grumbles Bakugou.

I scurry out of his way and head to class.

"Still trying to be a hero?"
"You'll never make it."
"Stop trying."

The voices are still there. I couldn't cut them out.

Kacchan is being meaner than usual. He's probably in a bad mood.

I talk to Uraraku. She seems happier. She must be feeling better. She might be better, but I am not.

I slowly push through school, trying to pay attention. I'm drowning in sadness, disgust, and worthlessness.

After school, I take the long way home. At one point, I stop to write a letter. Apologizing to everyone, for the pain I've caused them, and how I held them back. Explaining everything.

Somehow, with all my wondering, I end up on Death's End. A bridge where lots of suicides have happened. I stop walking across the bridge and look and the dry river.

I slowly take off my backpack and stick my letter between some rocks.

I climb up and look around. Everything comes to me. All the pain, to myself and others. Everything comes to me.

I take one more look. Then I jump.

A/N
I do not own My Hero Academia. I hope you like the story, and don't worry, I dont have any problems in the head or something.