Falling apart (Todobakudeku)

Prolouge

~Warning!~
Abuse

Izuku's POV

I hit the ground, hard. Glass was scattered everywhere and the screaming from the two adults hurt. My head throbbed as I could feel blood gush out. Someone grabs my shirt and lifts me closer to their face. A stench of alcohol and cigarettes flood my airway, father.

"You little—!" He raises a hand and smacks my head. "—brat!" He screams. The headache starts to increase, pounding as hard as my rapid heart rate. Bright vein like shapes appear in my vision, dancing around and making it difficult to see.

"You told the police!" He yells, "I will get you back! Mark my words!" He smacks my face again. Swiftly he grabbed a bottle and smashes it against my head, the glass shattered, embedding shards into my face and neck. Gasps clawed at my throat, dry and painful, threatening to erupt into a scream.

Sirens could be heard in the distance, but father didn't stop, "you ungrateful piece of crap! You never found your soulmates because they never wanted you! Don't you get it? You're a worthless—" a knee to the face, "invaluable—" a kick to the gut, "unloved thing that no one will ever want!" He grabbed another bottle and smacked it against my bare back.

Three harsh knocks came from the door, then the door slammed open. Multiple police officers rushed inside shortly after. Immediately once they had father in sight they brought up their guns and yelled, "put your hands above your head and get against the wall!" Father looked over to them and scowled. Slowly he backed away from me and got against the wall, giving me a poisonous glare.

"You will pay for this, Izuku." Goosebumps pricked my skin, spreading on my arms and legs. That's the first time that he's called me by my name in a long time. That threat was real. A weight pressed on me, turning my insides upside down and into knots. I wanted to throw up, to shut down right there and then. Closing off so he would have no way to hurt me other than physically.

And then he was gone.

The police took him away, cuffing his hands and pushing him out the door, and he was gone.

Sixteen years of abuse and he's gone, but is he really? Am I really free? It felt unreal, as if I'd wake up to another beating, but not anymore, right? I'm safe, I should be. So why do I feel so scared? Fear kept slithering in, filling me up to the point I feel like I'm going to burst. I want to go cry from joy or fear. I want to scream out but there's not enough air to do so, what happened to the air? I can't breathe, there's not enough air. The rooms too stuffy, it has too many people, the house isn't big enough, there's not enough space. I need space, I need to get away, but I can't breathe!

I hear myself taking in sharp, small inhales, but it feels like I'm breathing in space. My lungs aren't taking anything in. I see people approaching me, who are they? Someone kneels down to my level and starts talking, but I can't focus on their words. The world starts spinning, and the dancing bright spots start to grow bigger and bigger, until in a flash, it turns into darkness. I reach out, franticly grabbing at anything I can. A hand grips mine, and the world starts to settle.

Air floods my lungs and I relax. Slowly, the darkness creeps back and I can see bright lights of color. Red and blue, white and red. I'm laying face down and my mom is holding my hand, whispering sweet nothings as they place me on something. They lift me up, and oh, I'm on a stretcher. My eyelids start to become heavy as we get closer to the ambulance, and my mind drifts. My whole body relaxes as they put me inside the ambulance, and a peaceful darkness swallows me.