Breaking Point [Izuku X Depressed!Reader]

Part 6

TW: Suicide, Bullying, Self harm

The following day (Y/N) seemed unreasonably happy, people insulted them, pushed them and even punched them but nothing seemed to get them to stop smiling. Most students stared in suspicion, others were terrified. It was weird seeing them so happy especially in the situation they're in. Soon into the school day students were already making rumors and coming up with theories, although most of those theories ended with the death of another person.

At one point the same student that landed them in the nurse's office the other day slapped them right in front of a teacher and when the teacher tried to punish the student, they apologized for the students actions. "Oh, no! We were just messing around, it's fine." "Are you sure? It looked like it really hurt." "No, no. It's fine.". It ticked everyone off, even their class was aggressive with them. They were being so nice to everyone, most people just kind of left them alone because they all assumed they were going to kill them all.

"What the fuck do you have planned you freak." Bakugo growled as he pinned them to a wall. They smiled sweetly despite the growing heat coming from Bakugo's palms. "Whatever do you mean, Bakugo?". The ash blonde grimaced at the way they said his name, it was unnatural and he didn't like it one bit. He let them go and watched with a scowl as they skipped away.

The final bell rang and (Y/N) shoved everything into their bag. They dashed out of the classroom, raising suspicion in their classmates. Izuku made a mental note to check up (Y/N), they're antics seemed very suspicious. He just wanted to make sure you didn't harm anyone.

Instead of going home immediately (Y/N) shoved all of their belongings into their locker. They grabbed their street clothes and changed in the locker room. They made a stop at their classroom and neatly tucked their uniform inside the desk. No one seemed to notice them sneaking out of the schools back doors either.

You ran home as soon as you were a couple feet away from the school. You were greeted with silence, your panting being the only thing that could be heard throughout the house. After a few minutes you managed to get your breathing under control. You took off your shoes and wandered into the small hidden storage room and turned on the dim light. You rummaged through the old boxes and found a long rope. You managed to hang it on the hook on the ceiling and tied the rope into a noose.

You walked out and grabbed your charger from your room. You plugged it into an outlet and set it on a box. Before you left it alone you hit the play button on your favorite playlist. Satisfied with the environment you made you turned and dragged a dusty, old stool from the corner of the room and placed it under the noose.

You then left the room again and changed into one of your favorite outfits. A dark red dress shirt with black ripped jeans, a pure white tie rested in the collar of the shirt and sleek, black combat boots pulled the look all together. You decided that if you were going to die, you'd look your damn best for whoever finds you.(If anyone did) You applied a heavy amount of eyeliner and eyeshadow, it looked really good in your opinion.

You dug through the bathroom cabinets and grabbed the small box that rested in the corner of the cabinet. You entered the room for the last time and made sure to close the door behind you. Once you made sure everything was set up the way you wanted it you began.

You took off your bracelet and peeled the tape off of all your blades. Setting the blades down one by one you felt hot tears roll down your cheeks. You picked up one of the blades and started lightly cutting your arm, just enough for beads of blood to come from the cuts.

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You threw the blade on the floor and picked up another to start on the other arm.

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You began cutting deeper, the blood was dripping onto the table. You could hardly control yourself at that point.

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You started getting light headed and the wounds on your arms didn't hurt as bad. You stood up and stumbled around the room in what resembled a dance, your laughs grew louder and the tears flowed faster. You lost yourself in the emotions and started smearing all the blood coming from your arms onto the walls and boxes. You weren't scared to get them infected, you won't be there for the aftermath.

Eventually you were brought back to your senses and you decided you were done. You managed the roll down your sleeves before climbing onto the stool.

There stood a 15 almost 16 year old kid, a kid the system managed to fail in every way. The noose hung loosely around their neck as the waited for someone, anybody, to come and stop them, but as the black dots started to fill their vision they knew nobody would.

"It's for the best, (Y/n)."

They took a deep breath and kicked the stool backwards. The rough rope tightened around the victims neck. Their feet swung frantically in a panic as hands clawed at the rope to somehow loosen it, gasps were all that was heard until a sickening crack took its place and all movement ceased. The body swayed in the cold empty room, soon going cold itself. All color that was once there seemed to drain leaving nothing but the memory of a once cheerful teenager and a bloody body.

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Wow this one was a little dark wasn't it? Get ready cause the next Part is the second to last one-

~ Oblivion