scintilla (bakugou text fic)

i'm sorry

thursday, january 23rd, 2020

Nights were always so much worse than the mornings. Thoughts and minutes blending together in an almost unending nightmare. The demons never stayed put in the dreams, but constantly crept into Kiyomi's mind. Her thoughts would fill with anything imaginable. She would think about all the stuff in life that has happened. She would remember the times when her mom was around - when everything was easier. Kiyomi Jin's ears would ring with the voices of her classmates reminding her of just how worthless she was. Most people would chuckle and just not listen to their words. However, the words and phrases stuck to Kiyomi like glue. This glue, though, wasn't removable. Sometimes, on the worst of nights, things would boil over. Kiyomi would hold internal wars that eventually become external. Tonight, was one of those nights.

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Momma, I miss you so much. Tonight, I'll finally be seeing you again. I know this isn't what you would've wanted from your daughter, but I can't deal with the emptiness anymore. The psychiatrists have told me that eventually, some day, the hurt and numb will be gone. But, even after four years, it's still there. There is this hole in my mind, body and soul. A rip in the fabric of my sanity that should be filled with you. There's nothing though. Absolutely fucking nothing. I can't do this anymore. I don't want to waste another breath on this planet. I just need to be with you again.

delivered 3:05am

read 6:00am

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Who the FUCK are you calling momma, idiot?

and why the hell did you pour all that out to me? I don't even know you.

you sound like you need some serious help, dunce.

delivered 6:30am

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The mornings never appealed to Kiyomi much. Perhaps it was because of her night owlish tendencies, or the depression that seemed to make it impossible to get out of bed. One thing was for sure, though, she did not like being woken up this early in the morning. Her phone chirps again notifying her that she got yet another text. Confusion swept over her, causing her to jump out of her bed. As Kiyomi neared her desk, she noticed the knife sitting next to her phone. "Fuck" she mutters under her breath, quickly glimpsing at her body in an attempt to assess the damage. Her phone pings again. "I'll just deal with this later." She groans and lays back down on her bed. It was way too early for this.

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hey jackass, you there?

not like im worried or anything.

delivered 11:00am

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Kiyomi has been awake for a few hours now, refusing to check her phone out of slight fear. No one texts her unless it's an emergency. The phone pings again.

She pulls her shaking form out of her bed once again hoping to finally have the courage to read the messages. Unlocking her phone, a creeping realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Her mom's number has a user now. An unknown person read a suicide note not intended for them. Kiyomi's breath became jagged, the anxiety almost completely crippling her. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

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i'm so sorry. this used to be my mom's number, she passed away a few years ago and I used to text this number as a way to still communicate with her. I didn't realize the number had been given to someone else.

again i'm deeply sorry.

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I could really care less, jackass.

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You don't have to be so rude about things. It was an accident.

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Just stop texting me, idiot.

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Not until you apologize, asshole.

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bite me

read 12:00pm