𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 || 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐊𝐔

CHAPTER 7

Izuku's POV:

He stared at the ground while following his dad.

I deserve whatever is going to happen.. I deserve it. I'm not supposed to be happy..

He dug his nails into his arm to keep himself from panicking and stayed silent the way back to their house.

The only things going through his head was.. countless insults and death threats to himself.

The whole ride back, just to make things worse, his dad would continue saying things like: "What a worthless excuse for a son." And "You should have never been born."

This just made Izuku's mental state worse. He should have jumped off the building when he had the chance..

The voices in his head got louder and he dug his nails into his arms more harshly, leaving red marks on his already cut up skin.

He missed the feeling of Kacchan's presence. He made him feel safe. But the feeling was taken from him as soon as he felt it.

When they got to the house, his dad snapped at him to get out of the car.

He slowly pried his hands away from his arms and opened the door, getting out of the car.

His dad grabbed the sleeve of Deku's sweater and led him to the house.

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When they got inside, his dad closed the door and as soon as it was closed he threw Deku to the ground.

Izuku looked up at his dad, his eyes dull.

I deserve all the pain everytime.

He grabbed Izuku by his hair and dragged him to his room.

Izuku's room was pretty plain, with the walls painted a faded yellow.

His messy twin sized mattress was in the corner with his phone charger plugged into the wall.

The only reason his dad let him have a phone was so that he could contact him.

There were no windows in his room. Only his small desk lamp was there for light. But for some reason, his light wasn't there.

His desk was on the opposite wall of the room, scattered with a few notebooks and pencils.

Next to his desk sat his box filled with pocket knives and normal knives, razors, pencil sharpeners, cigarettes and a lighter, and basically anything he could use to hurt himself.

The only thing other than his light that was out of place was a chair, rope, and handcuffs in the middle of the room.

His dad dragged him to the chair and forced him to sit down.

Well.

He didn't have to try that hard, since Izuku wouldn't even fight back.

His dad proceeded to tie Izuku to the chair, basically pinning him down so that he couldn't get out of the chair even if he wanted to.

Izuku's head just simply hung low.

He grabbed his hair and pulled his head up harshly.

He flinched and looked at his dad, fear starting to corrupt his mind.

His dad pulled a small knife from his pocket and whipped it and Izuku's cheek, leaving a bloody gash.

Izuku yelped and tears filled his eyes.

He then just left the room, closing the door behind him.

And Izuku was left in complete darkness.

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One day

This is my fault.. if I just didn't start panicking like an idiot I would have never been in this situation.. I can't see anything. This is my fault, I deserve this.

He just went with it, not trying to fight back at all. Because it's what he believes that he deserves.

Three days

How long has it been..? Is Kacchan okay...? No he's probably mad at me. It fine I guess. I don't deserve him. Or anything at all.

He thought constant bad thoughts and worried about Kacchan.

One week

It hurts.. it hurts so much.. help me..

The amount of cuts his dad had gave him was pretty painful.

Two weeks

Darkness. No light. It's all I can see. I can't move. I can't see. I can't feel anything. I want to be free. I can't be here anymore. Strange. The voices that used to be in my head feel real now- maybe they can help me?

His body has gone numb and he started speaking with the voices in his head often.

One month

I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna get out. He can't stop me. He's gonna die.. they're all gonna die! Everyone! At least that's what they told me- Die.. Die.. DIE.. DIE.. DIE.

All that could be heard was the sound of compete insane laughter as Izuku finally managed to get out of the chair. He  frantically felt around the floor until he found his box of self harm tools. He pulled out a knife, laughing even more.

I will end it all~

REEEE I FUCKING RISEN FROM THE DEAD-
Anyways.
Sorry for updating for awhile- I got distracted by fucking school again. Anybody out there have straight Cs?
Cuz it ain't fun.
aLso-
THANK YALL SO MUCH FOR 1K VIEWS YOU DONT KNOW HOW HEKKING CRAZY THAT IS- LIKE I THOUGHT MY FANFICS SUCKED-
Alrighty well I tried to make the chapter longer, so I hope you enjoyed it!

-Kk