Please...Don't go {1}:¤

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A/N-
This is my first fanfic so don't hate on me plz...thx<3

Kiri's POV-

     Here I am, sitting here sleeping when I hear yelling from down stairs. I sit up tiredly wondering what their fighting about this night.
    
      I couldn't hear so I chose to walk down the stairs so I could get a listen on what's happening. In the the middle of walking down, I saw my mom get thrown across the house and then heard coughing.

     On reaction I ran down and saw my mom laying on the ground trying to get back up. I helped her up and gave a glare to my dad.
"Why would you do that. To your own wife!!" I yelled at him with full anger rapping my throat.

     "Shut it mistake, no one asked for your shitty opinion, so get out of the way FAGGOT so I can finish this whore off!" He said slamming me against the wall and I knew not to activate my quirk or...well lets just say I wouldn't be going anywhere for while till I'm all healed.

     He punched,kicked,and slapped me and I was used to it he's been doing this to me since I was what, barley even one years old? But I couldn't see because of all the blood and tears.

     Once he stopped, I whiped eyes but the site I saw was something I wish I was able to stop.

     I saw my father grabbing knife and was about to stab my mother but before I could even think I jumped onto him trying to get it out of his hand but I was stupid enough to think that would work. His quirk is spikes so once he used it on me I flew off but I tried to save her again (key word:tried) but before I reached him he stabbed it into her chest.

     I dropped to me knees and once again I wasn't thinking and started to use my quirk and punched him square in the face and knocked him out. I glared at him but looked at my mom and saw she was try to stay alive by breathing.

     I sat next to her and I was telling her things like, "Just keep breathing." and "Stay with me."

     I grabbed my phone and was about to dial 911 when I felt her lift her just enough to knock it out of my hand. I heard her whisper out of breath but loud enough for me to here, "Live long my son...f-find someone loves you....a-as m-much as I do....h-here...take t-this..." Next thing I know her hand has mine and she gave me her power to be able to hide all sadness away and it soaked into my skin.

     I felt a tingle fall through my body. But what I realised was that...my mother went limp in my arms. My eye filled with more tears and over flowed
and trailed down my face. I hugged her tight in my arms sobbing.

     "P-plea-se...d-don't l-lea-ve...me." I said between sobs.

     I sat there sobbing for an hour. Once I stopped(aka had no more tears left) I got one last look at her. Until I had to...bury her. Yes, burying my own mother. God it hurt like hell to see and do this.

     I went back inside, tears stained to my cheeks and went to clean every last bit if evidence of her death.

     I went back upstairs and tried to deny that I didn't need it now but I choose to do it anyways. I went to my bathroom, locked the door and to be met with the one thing that really gets me.

     I grab the biggest razer I could find in the little baggy I have filled with razers.
I held it above my arm that I was planing that it would be heald by the time I went to high school. Guess I have other plans. I made the first one count. I made it deep and painful, hissing in pain I move to the next cut on my arm. I choose to go a little less deeper with each cut.

     I cut for each reason I should.
1. I couldn't save her
2. I'm weak
3. No one cares
4. I'm a disapointment
5. I'm useless
6. I don't deserve a life
7. I can't do anything right
8. I waste everyone's time
9. I have no friends
10. I have no courage
11. Too fat
12. Too ugly
13. Too disgusting
And finally,
14. No one could ever love me as much as my mother did.

     I had 28 cuts in all 14 on each arm. I soon washed my arms off. Still hissing in pain I clean my bathroom and bandaged up. I unlocked the bathroom and went to my room and got on some conffy cloths for me to sleep in. I cried myself to sleep hoping it would all end.

A/N: I'm sorry for depressing first chapter but it's gonna get better but also worse. Anyways by ttyl<3😋
Word count:871

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