●COMPLETED● Facade (BNHA Fanfiction)

Facade- Chapter 12

●My Heart Is Calling,
"Dear Death,
Please Hurry Up"●

~Bakugou's POV~

I had locked myself in my room.

I had stayed after school talking to Aizawa.
About my mom. My cutting. The drinking. The smoking. The drugs.

He said I could go back to the dorms and we could talk more tomorrow.

I don't think he realizes...
Tomorrow will never come for me.

I strip off my shirt.

I take a few blades.

A paper and pen.

I sit at my desk.

And I start writing.

Dear Class 1-A,

I'm sorry to whoever's gotta find me like this.
Just know that I deserve it.
I deserve it all.
Kaminari. I'm sorry you couldn't save me in time.
And I'm gonna hate myself more if you find me like this.
How could I hate myself more though? Do I even need more hate?

Yes. I deserve all the hate you give me. I get that you guys probably don't give a flying fuck if I die.
Just thought I'd say goodbye.
No point telling my mother, she wouldn't care. Probably wouldn't even notice me being gone. Heh.
Abusive homes, right?
Icyhot understands living in an abusive home.
Umm... I'm Gay, just so y'know.
I kinda have a huge ass crush on Shitty Hair. Or, Kirishima.
I'm dead, so I might as well call you by your real names.
By the way, you were right Ururaka.
I haven't eaten in like weeks
Been a while.
If you look through my room, you'll find drugs, cigarettes, beer, and bloody and rusty blades.
Don't get mad, I'm dead.
I'm gonna miss you guys.
I doubt it's reciprocated, but I might as well tell ya.
It's all a Facade.
I wear a mask everyday.
And since my kidnapping, it's just gotten worse and worse.
Could you arrest my mom for child abuse if the child is dead?
I dunno. You'll find lots of bruises on my body, just so y'know.
Don't take pity. I've been dealing with it my entire life. And besides, I don't deserve it.
Just by killing myself, I'm performing another selfish act.
I'm weak. I'm a Villain.
And to top it off, I'm dead!
My death is one fit for a Villain.
De- Izuku. Have fun being the Number 1 Hero. And I know it doesn't forgive everything I said and did to you, but I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for even living.
Bye.

Sincerely, Ground Zero

"Okay." I whisper.

I fold the paper and place the pen down next to it.

I picked the perfect time.

Recovery Girl left earlier this day for something important overseas.
She won't be able to heal me.
Ever again.

I stand up and grab my blade.

I hold it to my wrist, and slice across first. Then again. And again. Until the blood is pooling down my arm.
I do it to my other arm.
It's a bit weaker because of the pain on the arm.