It's me

Chater 1

My back was against a brick wall with my hands held over my head as my wrists ached in a dark alleyway, surrounded by boys

"And you want to be a boy, no girl can be a boy" my best friend, or so I though, told me spiting on my face. He kneed my stomach then let me fall to the cold hard ground punching my eye. He then kicked my stomach "stupid girl" he said grabbing my hair then throwing it to a rock braking the skin.

I held all my tears in proving that I was strong. I heard a click and two other ones. I looked up and saw three boys with switchblades. I tried to get up but I got kicked in the nose making it bleed like a running Fossett. I felt a sharp pain flowing through my arms and legs making tears stream down my cheeks as I screamed.

"A boy wouldn't cry from this" my cheek got cut.

"SCRAM YOU DUMB KIDS" I heard a man say I was left on the ground unable to get up from the amount of pain my body felt. "You ok kid?" The man said helping me to my feet

"I'm fine" swiping my arm from him then falling again

"I'll get you to a hospital"

"I'm fine just take me home"

"Your wounds could cause an infection and you could need stitches. Are you dizzy, or light headed?"

"No I'm fine" I lied my vision was loopy and my head felt like it was going to burst

"I really don't believe you"

" you really don't have to" I sassed him

"Do you know who you're talking to right now"

"A pro"

"Which one?"

"President Mic?" That made it obvious I was not ok

"No I'm Eraser Head and you are?"

I paused I wanted to say Lucas I really did but he would say something "what's your name?" He asked again

"Lucas" shit he gave me a confused look

"You might have a concoction and you will need stitches on you head can you walk?"

"Yea" I lied

"Lucas?"

"I'm strong I could walk ok any boy can!" I blew Up a little

"Boy?" He asked me I avoided eye contact I had to

"Y-yea"

"A boy is just as strong as a woman you know"

"I don't care" he picked me up like I was a princess the word made me gage a little.

When we got to the hospital I was told I had a concoction and I needed stitches pretty much at every wound I had. They patched up my cheek and put a bandage on my nose

"Where are your parents?" The pro hero asked me I didn't answer "I'm sure they are worried"

"They aren't worried they probably don't even know I'm not there"

"You're stubborn" I didn't look at him "you know did your parents ever teach you that eye contact when you're talking makes what your saying more believable"

"Ya they did but my quirk says otherwise"

"What is your quirk?"

"Nightmare shadow puppet"

"How does that work?"

"If I make eye contact with a person I could see there worst nightmare and the shadows i controle can make you see it"  I said making his shadow have devil horns

"Oh, could you tell me your real name now?"

I sighed "Harper Hunt"

"Why did you say Lucas then"

"I want to be a boy but no one likes that"

"I could care less, now parents"

"Jessie and randy hunt" I gave the phone number and he made a call after he came back to me

"So they are on their way" I nodded "would you like me to wait with you Lucas?" My heart skipped a beat when I heard him say that "not used to people calling you Lucas?" I shook my head. He stayed with me until The door bursted open and my mother stood in front of me.

" oh baby girl I was so scared" she wrapped her arms around me giving me a squeeze, but not a motherly squeeze. from there I was horrified. "I can't thank you enough Eraser Head" he nodded

"See you around Lucas" shit he did that I forgot to tell him he walked out the door walking us to the car

the drive home was quiet no radio no talking the only thing that you could hear was the engine of the car. We got home and I ran to my room with a beating heart

"Get over here you little brat" I heard my mother say I closed my door and locked it so my mother couldn't get in.

After an hour or so I opened my door and peeked out I walked to the stairs and looked over. I felt my back get pushed and I fell down the stairs. When I hit the last step I put my hand on my back

"You thought locking yourself in your room would get you out of shit you were wrong" I ran slipping on the towel on the ground. I got to the kitchen and hid under the sink even though I knew my mother would look there. The cabinet opened and my hair got grabbed and I got dragged out. "You dumb bitch I thought you would have been smarter by now since you got into UA on recommendations" what I got in on recommendation. she opened my mail. I didn't know if i should be happy, mad or sad right now.

She pulled me to the sink and held my head in the freezing cold water almost till I passed out then pulled me out. I coughed up water and tried to catch my breath "mom what did I do" I finally said

"Lucas! What did I say you're a GIRL AND THATS ALL YOU EVER WILL BE"  she put my head back into the water holding me down she let me go and walked away as I coughed up water once again "hello there Misha what can I do for you" I heard her say I tried to get get up but failed miserably. The door shut and she walked back up to me "get up you useless slut" she kicked my now bruised ribs and walked away again.I eventually mustered up enough energy to walk back up to my room

I took my shirt off and looked at the bruises and cuts I had gotten. In just six hours. I went into my drawer and pulled out a small container and opened it revealing a small blade I pulled it out and sat on my bedroom floor examining it before putting it to my skin a tear went down my face. I made a swift movement cutting my arm I put the blade at the same cut and went over it making it deeper once my arm felt raw I made a new one.

I did four of them and cleaned them then wrapped them up to prevent infection. I stood In the mirror unsatisfied with my body. I took off my shirt and bra then grabbed a tenser bandage and started to wrap my chest tightly making my chest look flat i threw on a baggy hoodie then put my hair in a ponytail flipping it over my head so that it was kinda in my face I put the hood on and looked through the mirror at myself with a flat chest, short hair, and an oversized hoodie. I smiled but that smile soon turned into tears. Why can't my mother just accepted the fact that a girl is not what I want to be.