I wake up and glance at the clock.
"Damn I'm late. Daaad! Why you didn't woke me up?"
and then I remember, and my heart shatter.
I start crying, the tears just won't stop.
"Why? Dad.. I feel so alone.."
"I'm scared. It's scary all by myself.."
My dad wasn't so famous as a hero but he was so good at it and then, just two days ago, a villain killed him. The police was waiting for me and when the policeman told me what happened I wasn't able to cry, I just stared at well.. nothing and I don't remember what happened later.
Yesterday I went to school and went home, no one knew.
Today I don't want to go to school.
I glance at the clock again, it's 10.36 am.
"It's too late anyways" and then I fall asleep again.
I wake up 3 hours later and feel hungry so I slowly head to the kitchen but all I can see is the bottle of whiskey in the cabinet.
My dad's voice echoes in my head: "No honey, I already told you, you don't have to drink, you stopped, you're 3 months clean. Just stop please"
"Good, I'm going crazy. Fuck, FUCK!!"
and I grab the bottle slowly tasting every drop.
There's no turning back now, all the pain is unbearable and I know just a way to stop it.
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PRO HEROES X !DEPRESSED ! SUICIDAL READER
FanfictionPro heroes All Might, Eraserhead and Present Mic x Student Reader. ⚠ TW FOR SELF-HARM, DEPRESSION, BPD, ALCOHOL ABUSE AND SUICIDE