Was I not Enough...?

Chapter 1

Kirishima gets slammed into the wall by his father. Apparently he was out later than he should have been with his friends, and didn't come home until a few minutes after his return time. His dad raises his hand and smacks Kirishima across the face. "YOU DISGRACE! WHAT TIME DID I TELL YOU TO GET YOUR FAT ASS BACK HERE, HUH? ANSWER ME!!" Kirishima struggles to find his words as his dad hits him again. "Don't make me spill the words Out of You!!" He raises his hand again, until Kiri starts to speak. "E-Eight... F-fifteen..." Kirishima says through breaths. His father lowers his hand and turns away leaving Kirishima sitting on the ground. "Go to your fucking room and don't leave it until I say so." And with that, Kirishima gets up, slightly trembling, and makes his way upstairs to his room.

Closing the door behind him and locking it, he makes his way to the bathroom. He looks in the mirror and sighs deeply. "He's right..What a disgrace I am.." He could feel the tears sliding down his cheeks as he walk over to his dresser.

∆[!Self-Harm Alert!]∆

He grabs a small knife from within a small drawer, and makes his way back to the bathroom. He sets the knife down on the counter and rolls up his sleeves, revealing all the past cuts he's made. Slowly grabing the knife, he scans for an open spot to make more.

Once he had spot a small space within the upper half of his arm, he slides the blade across his soft, but slightly rough skin. Watching the blood seep out from the small slits, he continues making them bigger and deeper than others. After about ten more cuts later, he sets the knife down.

∆[!Self-Harm Over!]∆

He tries to keep himself from going unconscious, but the amount of blood draining from him was too much. He rinses it off and bandages it up. Leaving the bathroom, he lays down on his bed. Hearing the faint yells from his dad from downstairs. "HEY YOU FUCKING MISTAKE, GET DOWN HERE NOW!!" Kirishima groans and sits up, making his way to what his father needed.

Once he got to where his father was and before reacting, he felt a brute pain shoot through his stomach. He holds his gut and slowly falls to the ground, wincing and groaning in pain. "That'll teach you to be quicker damnit. You have somehow managed to get into that good high school UA. Surprised someone like you made it. Not that I'm proud of you, because your still worthless and will always be to me and of course everyone else. Now make me something to eat. Leftovers are for you" Kirishima nods and makes his way to the kitchen, still holding his gut with one arm.

He gets out a few ingredients and starts cooking for his dad. "HURRY UP I'M STARVING!!" Kiri flinches to him yelling and continues, trying to go a little faster. 'And you think I'm not..?' He thought as he set the food down on the table. "D-Dinner's ready.." He said rather softly but enough for his father to hear. Watching as his father gets up, and walks to the table, sitting down and eating the food. "S'not bad, but get out of my face or you won't get anything." Kiri nods quickly and walks back to his room. Minutes later his dad yells for him to clean up while he went out for "groceries", even though Kirishima already knew he was going to another bar.

Kirishima looks down with a sigh right when his dad closed the door. He could feel major pain all over his body as he picks up the plate and puts it in the sink. 'Of course he left nothing for me.. Not that I care since I don't eat anyway.. I'm gonna have to watch my diet if I wanna get skinnier and more fit..' He thought. When he finished, he went back into his room and laid down on his bed. He checks the time and notices that it was getting late. So he decided to go to sleep, hoping his dad wouldn't beat him anymore for the day.

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Kirishima was in the middle of a good dream when he heard the front door open. His eyes shot up and he quickly locked the door. Slowly backing into a small corner, and holding his knees tightly to his chest, he could hear the faint footsteps of his own father. slowly making their way to his door. He begins to tremble as the footsteps stop right in front of the door to his room. The squeezes his eyes shut and prays that his father would just leave him alone. But poor Kiri never gets any luck. His father starts banging on his door, causing Kirishima to flinch. "OPEN UP SHIT BAG!! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK!!" Kiri just slowly gets up and unlocks the door, opening it slowly. Feeling a fist meet his face, he gets knocked back.

His dad looks around and spots the knife on the bathroom counter. making his way over to it, he grabs it and walks over to Kirishima, who was lying helplessly on the ground. "So I see you've been cutting again huh. Well, good because no one likes you. You're a horrible child. I wouldn't even consider you my son for someone as weak as you. Now, how about we play a little game. Everytime you try to cry out, or react to the pain, you get a nice stab in the limb. Got that. Good. Now let's begin" His dad drags the knife's blade across Kiri's stomach. Kiri tries his hardest to ignore he pain. But he couldn't care how much it hurt.

Kirishima doesn't realize that he had winced in pain when his father dug deeper into his flesh. His father slowly pushes the blade's tip down into his stomach. "P-PLEASE NO STOP!! I'M BEGGING YOU, I'LL DO ANYTHING JUST PLEASE, S-STOP!! IT H-HURTS-!" Kirishima instantly knew he was fucked. He covers his mouth as he watches his dad pull the blade away, and tossing it into a corner. "Sleep outside for a week with nothing but a newspaper. I want you to get the feeling of being homeless before I decide when I'm kicking you out of the house." And with that, his father leaves. Kiri exhales deeply, slowly trying to get up and to clean the wound.

Making his way to the bathroom, he cleans it and bandages it up. Once again, heading towards his bed. he lied down and closed his eyes, not realizing how exhausted he was. His day of torture was done. But not until tomorrow comes.. He could never escape his father's abusive grip. He had lost access to any internet or service, so he couldn't call anyone. Not even the police. And all the doors were locked, including windows, so he couldn't use any of those. He was trapped, unless he was going to school. Which he barely did due to severe pain or being overly abused. And he couldn't tell anyone either. Not that anyone would listen him anyway so what difference is it going to be when he gets into UA. Well, that's just what he thinks..

∆|To be Continued-|∆