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Third Person's POV:
Sat on his bathroom floor with self inflicted cuts on his arms, as tears mix with blood and sobs could be heard through the bathroom, was Izuku Aizawa.
Razer in his hand, ready to make the next cut. As he did so, he released a shaky breath, half in relieve and half in pain.
'Just one more' was the thought repeating in his mind as each new cut was made.
'Worthless', cut.
'Useless' cut.
'Waste of space', cut.
All things that was told to him. He could hear the laughter ringing through his mind, see their smirks and feel their beatings, his explosions against his skin.
He couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to die.
The words of his once childhood friend, repeating in his mind as he thought that.
'You know deku, there is a way to become a hero. Go take a swan dive of the roof and hope for a better quirk'
It hurts.
No one loves him. Kacchan was right. The world would be a better place without him.
He knows it.
Izuku, after finally dropping the bloodied razer on the floor, lets out a humourless laugh.
"I hope you're happy after this kacchan. Your wish is finally coming true."
Standing up on shaky legs, Izuku walks to the bathroom counter, taking a full bottle of pills into his hands.
He then goes to sit in his previous position as more blood started to drip onto his clothes.
Holding the bottle of Benzodiazepines that was meant to help with his anxiety, he stared at it, contemplating his decision, only a moment of hesitation before opening the bottle.
He took a deep breath, telling himself that this was the right choice.
He took a few pills into his hands, ready to start swallowing them when someone burt through the bathroom door.
Ok! I'll stop here. You should be able to read from here!
"Izuku, I found you! Do you know how lo-" the person cut himself off as his eyes landed on Izuku, taking the state he was in.
Izuku froze as he looked at his brother, seeing the look of anger, fear, confusion but most of all, sadness and hurt cross his face.
He hurt him.
Hitoshi, after funally realizing what he was witnessing, looked at Izuku.
"Izuku, please please don't do this. It's not worth it. We can work through this ok?"
Izuku looked down as more tears ran down his face, shame running through him.
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