Bakugo's POV
It's been an hour since he's left that message. All I could think about was what did he mean by that? When is he coming back?! Oh, god he's going to kill me! I'm going to go insane at this rate! My anxiety was getting the best of me. It were as if these thoughts were coming at me a mile a minute. I could barley breathe, I was hyperventilating. I couldn't see! Tears were falling down my face. I can't talk! My throat was blocked by my screams. Why can't I move?!?! My body is failing from starvation.
EVERYTHING JUST DISAPPEAR!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
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"Wait...
I
Can
.
.
."
*Fast forward 10 minutes
The knife is in my hand, the doors locked, I'm in my bathroom, my thoughts are telling me to do it!
Go on cut!
You worthless Fuck!
Or are you too WEAK to do it?
Hahaha!
"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
But your already doing it.
I look down at my arm, and well.
The first cut, it was marvelous. The emotional pain was getting hazy from the physical. I differ deeper and deeper in that one cut. It had been 2 minutes, I was still digging in that one cut. It was pouring blood with dry bits and pieces drying in my arm with a sharp burning sensation. It wasn't long before a screech of pain came out in front of all my breathing and screams. I had done it...
I had digged so deep in my arm I had reached my bone. When I looked closer a dark purple spot surrounded the cut. Damnit my vein collapsed! Whatever, it's nothing compared to the open gash in my arm. It hurt like hell, but I didn't care. Correction, I dont care!
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