Can't Escape (Depressed Izuku x Bakugou)

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Trigger Warning!

Mentions of blood, sexual assault, throwing up, suicidal thoughts and a suicide attempt.

Deku pov

I hear Shigaraki unbuckling his belt while I struggle to lift a single finger. 

WORTHLESS. SLUT. WHORE. UGLY. TOY. NOTHING. UNLOVED. BURDEN. F*GG*T. DISGUSTING. BITCH. STUPID. IDIOT. 

I feel something press onto my entrance, filling my head with panic. "P-please...no...", I manage to squeak out. Shigaraki laughs and pushes in, making my mouth open in a silent scream. 

He pushes in and out of me, blood trickling down my leg. "Stop! Please! It hurts!", I sob. He thrusts harder, tears flowing down my face. He grasps the knife, holding it to my bare back. I feel a burning sensation, struggling to look back. 

Shigaraki cuts into me, carving words into my back. "YOU'RE WORTHLESS! DO YOU HEAR ME?! YOU'RE NOTHING.", Shigaraki screams. 

You hear that? That's the truth. You really are nothing. You're pathetic. You're a waste of space. Your family doesn't love you. Your boyfriend doesn't love you. Can't you see it in their eyes? They hate you. You just cause problems. Just kill yourself.

I grit my teeth and try to shake the thoughts away, but it's no use. 

"What? Can't take a little cutting? But I thought you used to do that to yourself all the time? You should keep doing it. After all, if you cut too deep and kill yourself, it wouldn't matter. Because you don't matter.", Shigaraki laughs. 

I feel blood drip down my back as I cry and muffle my screams. 

He's right. You don't matter. You are nothing. Stupid. Worthless. Slut. Burden. 

I begin to scream in a desperate attempt to escape, but I shut up once the knife is placed on my neck. 

"One more sound and I'll kill you.", he growls. I whimper and cry as he continues to push in and out of me, making me bleed even more. I begin to feel faint, my eyelids drooping slowly. "Stay awake.", Shigaraki yells as he grabs my hair.

I hear him moan softly, making me want to throw up. I feel bile rise to my throat as my stomach contracts. I empty my stomach all over the ground, groaning in pain. 

"Disgusting slut.", Shigaraki mumbles as he pours beer all over the cuts on my back. I sob harder, feeling the cuts burn and sting, almost as if they were tearing open again from the inside. 

"I'm close, you little bitch. You worthless whore.", he grunts. I feel him twitch inside of me, making me feel nauseous. I throw up again, his cum filling me at the same time.

He pulls out and slips his pants back on, leaving me on the ground with the knife next to my face. "I'll leave that for you to cut yourself when you finally gain control of your body again.", he snickers. 

He walks away, my limp body struggling to regain control. About a half an hour later, my finger twitches, as well as my right leg. I begin to get up, my thigh scraping against the knife that was left for me. 

I pick it up, examining it quickly before placing it on my wrist.

Just do it. Why aren't you cutting. Come on. Don't tell me you're scared? You're weak.

I shake my head and push the knife into my skin. I bite my lip and watch blood seep from the cut. I cut over and over again, not finding satisfaction. I look towards Tokyo Tower, my body relaxing at the thought. 

I sigh and pick myself up. I cloth my body and continue to walk towards the tower. I stumble and hold my arm, trying to stop the blood. I feel wetness on the back of my shirt, realizing that I'm still bleeding. I touch the cuts, wincing with each trance that I make. 

There's no doubt that the cuts will turn into scars, reminding me everyday that I'm...worthless.

I walk towards the tower, trying to look as normal as possible. When I finally make it to the tower, I stand next to it, examining the height. 

"This will work.", I mumble. I feel my hand start to tremble, so I take a deep breathe an continue to walk. By now, it's around dinner time, so the sky is a dark blue. The Tokyo Tower is shining, making me feel hopeful that this will work.

I use my quirk to jump up to the outside of the viewing deck and onto the ledge right outside of the glass. 

I take a deep breath and step onto the edge. I take off the sweater covering my back and arms, letting my cuts show. I spread my arms and sigh. I close my eyes and prepare to fall.

That is, until I hear banging on the glass. I look back to see a woman, about seventeen, crying and yelling. "Don't do it! Please! I'm begging you!", she says, her cries muffled by the glass. I turn back to face her and put a hand on the glass. "It'll be okay.", I smile. 

I let go of the glass and fall back.

I hear the wind rush past as I close my eyes. I feel myself fall and smile softly, tears forming in my eyes. 

Hey guys! I hope you found this chapter all right! Please know that I do not condone these actions in the slightest! If you find yourself feeling suicidal thoughts or considering suicide, please call 1-800-273-8255! If you ever feel this way, please know that things get better with time! You matter! You are loved! You are beautiful! If you need to talk to someone, you can dm me on my instagram (mangoes_are_valid). I am here for you! I support you! Just know that death is not the answer! You are important! Love y'all sm!