Flying Free *Hawks x Reader*

Chapter 27

It's strange how the one place that caused me so much pain and suffering for thirteen years became one where I could escape from the world. I could be alone, have time to reflect.

My entire life, from what I could remember, I had been lonely. I grew up around adults who didn't care about my mental, physical health, or about my well being in general. All they wanted was to use my quirk for their own experimentations. They trained me as if I was a weapon.

I was taken, beaten, tormented because of my quirk. I had fought prisoners who were bigger and stronger than me until I could no longer stand. Against my own will I was forced to murder people from all genders, all ages just because the government commanded I do it. I begged and pleaded that I wouldn't have to kill anything else. The more I refused, the longer I would have to spend trapped in the darkness they used to torture me.

I never knew why I was taken away, if it was by force or if my parents willingly gave me away. I didn't remember my family. Everyone around me had one, but I didn't. I used to wonder what they were like, where they were, and what they were doing.

After a while I stopped caring. Why should I care about people who didn't care about me. It didn't seem like they ever tried to get me back. I moved on, I was better off alone back then anyways.

I didn't need anyone, I was determined to do whatever I could by myself. Then everything changed when I met Keigo. He showed me that it was okay to let people in. That I could depend on someone other than myself for once.

I've come so far. I was a different person now. I was no longer filled with hatred or sadness. I no longer felt empty.

It hurt so bad when I found out he was hiding things from me. I figured he needed to take the time to open up about his job. But to hide things about myself, I couldn't stand for that. I deserved to know about anything involving me.

My heart felt like it cracked. I trusted him with so much. I handed him the instruction booklet to every part of my being. He knew just about everything. Sometimes it was like he knew me better than I knew myself.

My eyes were red and puffy from the crying I had done today, I cried out every last bit of hydration in my body. Everything I had been feeling since he was free to leave the hospital broke open like a dam.

I levitated off the ground, floating through the air as I thought about everything I had been through.

Being near him made me feel like I wasn't such a terrible person, he made me feel like I had nothing to be ashamed of. When I was around him I didn't have anything to worry about. He was so easy to talk to and get along with. After I opened up to him about my life, there was no turning back.

I fell in love with him in three whole months. He told me his name after a week of knowing him, something that he was told to forget. He trusted me with that, but why not anything else?

His job, the commission, was all a secret to me. I never cared about anything he had to do before, but he almost died. I had to watch as he broke apart and I picked up the pieces. It pained me to see him in that state, but even now he still never opened up about what happened.

I felt betrayed, untrustworthy. If he really did love me, why couldn't he tell me anything? Why did he have to keep secrets from me? What was he hiding?

I held the crumpled picture to my eyes. He had met my family without my knowledge, he didn't tell me and I wondered if he ever planned to, before I found out for myself.

I knew something was off the second I found this picture. I had no connection to my parents, I couldn't remember them no matter how hard I tried, even with this photo of us together their faces were unrecognizable.