★Will I Ever Be...Ok?★(re-creatng, Sorry Luv.)

>+Horrible Home Life+<

*Deku's POV*

The day went on mostly normal. I got my last test back from sensei. I...didn't do well...78%. 'You useless piece of shit....you can't even get a good grade. You aren't good enough. Good enough for what you ask? For your mother, for kacchan, for Uraraka, for Todoroki, for...Iida'... I hate me. I hate myself, but, what's new?' I sigh. Im on the verge of tears, again. I'm such a crybaby. I can't even keep myself together. I feel sort of...broke? Like everything I do is wrong. Like Im shattered and each little piece is a mistake of mine. The pieces muitply when they get stepped on, and they get stepped on when I hate on myself, when I hurt myself. I can't help it though. There's nothing I can really do at this point. The pieces are too small to put back together. The weight in my chest is to heavy. I might not be able to carry it anymore.
***RING*** I was pulled out of my thoughts as the bell went off, signaling its the end of the school day. I grabbed my bag and shoved my test into it, not bothering to shove it in a binder, folder or anything. It doesn't matter if its messy or not. I breathe through my nose and felt a little panic rise in my chest. The smell of weed was VERY strong. I quickly closed my bag back up before the smell could fly throughout the classroom. I grab my bag, stand up and turn around. I bump onto someone. I drop my bag and...the razors, the vodka bottle, and the drugs along with a couple papers fall out. I'm shocked, i can't move. Tears start to fall from my eyes. I quickly crouch down and softly pick up my stuff, knowing the person I bumped into saw it. The unknown classmate crouches down to my level and put their hand on mine as I reach for the bottle of vodka. I look up with my sad expression to see Iida. His eyes watery, a sad yet gentle expression planted on his face. I dropped my and look down at my bright red shoes in shame. I pulled my hand out from under his. He grabbed my chin and made me look up at him, my face full of shame. He had a sad smile plastered on his face, a couple tears on his cheeks. I turn my head to the left looking at an empty desk.
"I-im...I'm so sorry Iida!" I took one of my hands and placed them on the ground for balance. I used my arm to cover my horrible cry face. Iida removed his hand from my chin and hugged me. I need to stop making him pity me. I need him to go away. I pushed him off me. I grabbed the alcohol, razors and weed from the classroom floor and bolt out of the classroom, not bothering to look at Iida. I could only picture his shocked, pitiful expression. The hallways and classrooms were empty. I don't know how long me and Iida were in the empty 1-A classroom. Continuing to walk, I grabbed my bag from off my back and shoved the half finished bottle into my bag, considering I didn't necessarily have the time to put it in prier. I knew my eyes where puffy and red. 'wait...' That's when it hit me. Mom might of brought 'him' home. He could be our couch, waiting for me. He could be on the front porch ready to...greet me. He could be in my bedroom, ready to do...things to me again. The thought of these things has me absolutely petrifyed. I don't want to go home but I know if I dont, then things will be worse for me. Things will be bad for mom. My mother is a heavy drinker. She still a good mom though, when she's drunk and such she tends to keep her distance. She doesn't abuse me or anything, I'm lucky like that! Some kids have it horrible. A problem with her drinking though is that she brings home this guy. Hes like her 'fuck' buddy. I see him about 5 times a week, never on certain days though so it always a sad surprise. I'm made to call him sir at all times. I'm not allowed to speak, eat, or go out without his permission. If I don't do such then he um, how do I say? Uses me sexually? Its all okay though. Some teens have it worse. I had been walking through the hallways and was now exiting the building, walking through the entrance, and down the road to the bus stop. Here we go.

*mini time skip due to my lack of energy*

My whole bus ride was full of scary, saddening thoughts, and lots of people. I get nervous around people. They could do anything? Who knows who is sitting next to me? What if one trys to kill me? What if they hate me though? What if they want me dead? What if they think im ugly?I had gotten off the bus a little while ago and have made my way to my front porch. 'Here goes nothing' I thought. I slowly opened the door and quietly shut it. I sliped off my shoes and into some light blue slippers with white stripes on the bottom. I headed for my room. When I felt what I think is a glass bottle smash onto the back of my head, shattering it, almost knocking me over. I regained my balance and stood still. I had my backpack on my back, not slouched to the side. I had my arms to my sides. I didnt know what to do. I felt a drop or two of a sticky liquid hit the back of my neck. Was I bleeding? I felt a hand grab onto my shoulder and spin me around almost pushing me over. What did I do to deserve this...horrible home life?

A/N- Oh my goodness! Im so sorry! I should of updated sooner! I guess this was kinda a cliff hanger? I tried my best. Also sorry this chapter is a little short. I kinda ran out of motivation half way through. I'm like 300 words short I'm sorry! Let me know if there's grammar, spelling or punctuation issues In The comments plz!! Thanks for reading!!!