dekus pov
i put on a jacket and sweatpants. i've never been this nervous to leave my room. I haven't left in over a month. but i feel if i don't go, recovery girl will tell my secret. i grab my phone and headphones. I quietly open my door and shut it. I start to head down the hallways praying nobody sees me. I walk down the stairs. great. its uraraka and ida.
"hey deku!!"
"midoriya! its been awhile!!"
I guess, I say and shake off the greetings. its selfish, but I can't let them see me like this.
i'm almost positive ida and uraraka have already spread the word that i've finally left my room.
I showed up outside recovery girls office. it almost seems nostalgic showing up here again. I knocked quietly three times on her door and walked in. Todoroki is in there.
shit.
"i was just leaving" todoroki spoke. "it's good to see you midoriya"
you too. I feel my face go red. Todoroki shut the door gently.
"I'm glad you came."
recovery girl throws clothes at me
"put these on" she said
i look at them. it's a tanktop and shorts.
i'd rather not..
"why"
i hesitate, because its cold.
"midoriya, you have an issue and I need to see how bad it is. I understand that all-" she cut herself off.
It hurts just to hear it.
"i've had many students come to be worried for your life."
todoroki...i say quietly.
"yes..."
i look up,
i-i cant, i speak barely above a whisper.
"I beg your pardon?" she says softly
i can't! i yell out
Then I run out of the door and straight to the roof. i start to scream
WHAT DID IT HAPPEN TO HIM! IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME!!
i stand on the ledge.
IM DONE! i cry harder and harder. i punch the ledge, why, why did he have to die.
Aizawa shows up.
"Are you really going to jump?"
yes....no... my eyes continue to drip the only liquids i have left in my body. i start to feel dizzy
i i- cant s-see i feel my body go limp and weak. i start to feel off the ledge i cant speak anything but a whisper
i don't wanna die...
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he was here (depressed deku story)
Fanfictionallmights gone. is it my fault? izuku thought to himself. sitting on the cold bathroom floor he wondered, why wasnt it me? its my fault hes gone. but was it? TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!! if you are sensitive to death, suicide, self harm, please dont read...
