Dʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ Bʟᴏᴏᴅ

Goner

Ever since this started, my life's been slowly tumbling downhill. My life, once filled with bright smiles and joyful laughs, was now filled with pangs of hurt and splatters of blood. My vibrant and beautiful world was now replaced by a dull and monotone picture. How could something once so happy turn into something so sad?

Did I do this? Who was to blame for this? Me? Izuku? My parents?

Should I blame them for giving birth to me? For bringing me into this world? Should I give them the pain they made me feel? No...they didn't do anything. I did this all myself. I am the reason this all happened. I did this. I am the creator and the destructor of my world. The world I worked so hard to create, to form, to live in. My bubble of friends was now popped, and I don't know where to go. I can't stay in the same place anymore. Where do I fit in?

I can't be a hero like this. How would I ever be a hero? How would I...become a hero? How did I even get into this hero course? How did I even get this far without dying?

There's no use questioning it now. I'm going to die. Why can't I accept it already? Death is just like a game over. It only happens once, though, and I can't restart the game.

I have nothing to help me confess. It's just me and myself. That's all. I can do this. I can absolutely do this.

No I can't.

I can't do this.

He doesn't love me.

He never did and never will.

He hates me.

The only thing he feels for me is hate.

Does he even think of me?

He probably forgot about me already. He probably forgot about all the times he laughed with me, smiled with me, joked with me. He probably forgot how happy he felt when he was with me. Was he happy around me? Or was it someone else?

Was he more happy with Ochako? Did he think she was a better friend? Did he prefer her over me? Maybe she's prettier. Maybe she has a better personality. Maybe I'm just the lesser option. Maybe I'm just a side character in his life. Maybe she's the sun, and I'm just some space rock.

Who am I to him? Who was he to me?

Midoriya Izuku, the boy I couldn't live without. He's the light of my life. The person my world revolves around. The boy that makes me smile when I think about him. The boy that makes me have butterflies in my stomach when he laughs. The boy that doesn't have to do much to make me feel happy. He was everything I could ever love.

Blood gurgled in my throat and dripped out my mouth. My heavy-lidded eyes gazed down to see it dripping on my uniform. I brought my hand up to my mouth and sloppily wiped it and saw a smudge of black. Ah, was it happening again? More slowly dripped out and my legs stumbled. I leaned against the wall for support as my legs buckled. A gush of blood rose up from my lungs, into my throat, and forced itself out of my mouth. Unable to keep it in, I brought both hands and the blood splurged of my mouth like a popped balloon. Thick, blood escaped my hands and dripped through the crevasses between my fingers. It slowly dripped down just as more blood poured out of my mouth.

The blood that usually settled at the depths of my lungs suddenly was pushed up, making my chest feel right as it clenched up, forcing every drop of blood that filled my lungs out. I didn't feel like I was drowning, I felt like I was being suffocated. Like air was pushing my lungs together to shrivel them into tiny raisins. I grabbed at my throat, scratching at the air that I couldn't get. I barely got air into my lungs, and if I did, it would just get pushed out.

My lungs suddenly filled with the murky substance, stretching it beyond what it used to be. My mouth opened involuntarily as I coughed up chunks and clots of blood. Liquidly blood streamed down the sides of my mouth as I grabbed at the walls with my blood stained hands, leaving blood stains, marks, and my handprints. I coughed up the inky liquid onto the tiled floor, not bothering to hide anything. My eyes felt like they were bulging out of their sockets from all the compressed air being released with every cough.

All the pain in my chest, lungs, throat, mouth, and heart all resounded as one. The sounds of my gurgling coughs, strangled breaths, and my heart breaking echoed the empty halls. My eyes were dazed as all I did was seemingly cough endlessly. The clots of blood transitioned into wet and watery black blood. I didn't even have to cough it up, it just came leaking and pouring out like an unhindered waterfall. I grew lightheaded and nauseous. I was on my forearms, trying to crawl somewhere, anywhere. I wanted help. The blood slowed but continued to slowly drip out. My dry eyes now filled with tears and my body shook. I tried to speak but all that came out was a weak whimper. Salty tears brimmed my eyes and crept down my bloodied cheeks.

A hurry figure came running to me from the other end of the hall, calling my name. My lips quivered as I tried to call out again. I reached out my hand weakly, energy seeping out of my body with every move. The blurry figure came running faster. I called out to them and spoke with a strangled voice,

"Izuku..."

The blurry figure approached me just as my vision faded away into oblivion. The last thing I felt was my body dropping onto the bloody floor and giving in to the feeling of tiredness.

Why do I keep passing out? Why can't I stay awake? If I keep passing out, I'll just keep bothering everyone. People will get tired of helping me. Soon they won't even bother to help me. Soon one day, I'll collapse and no one will be there to catch me.

It's not like...they have to. I'll be gone in a week. Whether or not I confess. It's a lost cause, really. I know that this story, my story, will end in just another chapter. How do I say goodbye?

How will I face all of them? I don't want to see their tearstained faces. I don't want to hear them call my name. I don't want to hear them sob and choke on their tears. I should be the only one to suffer. I've lasted this long, I can last longer. I can last...for them. I can do this. For my parents, for my friends, for my teachers, for my classmates.

For everyone that ever knew and loved me.

I'll last as long as I can. Until all my blood leaks out. Until my eyes lose their color. Until my body goes limp and cold. Until it, all ends.

When I die, it will all end. The pain. The suffering. The blood. The tears...

Everything.

Just a week longer.

I promise.

Just a week...

My name is (L/n) (Y/n).

I'm a fifteen-year-old girl that goes to U.A. High.

I am currently enrolled in the hero course, aiming to become a pro-hero.

My friends are Ochako, Iida, Todoroki, and the rest of Class 1-A.

I love Midoriya Izuku.

I have a week left because of the Black Blood disease.

A week to live and say goodbye.

My name is (Y/n).

And soon I will be gone.