I don't deserve to live ~ Depressed Bakugou

~Crimson everywhere~

Deku POV
I wake up tied in a chair. My body is bruised and beaten, cut and grazed.
"What happened? Why am I like this?" I think to myself
It all comes flooding back in.
~Flashback~
"Tell us all you know about your school, be our spy if you will." Shigaraki says looking me in the eye
"Please Izuku! I'll even suck your blood for you!" Toga says, picking up her syringe
"No! I would never betray everyone!" I scream, tears rolling down my face
"Too bad, we were willing to let you go if you fed us the information." Dabi says
They bring in some villain I don't recognise.
He beats me.
He cuts me.
He grabs a shaver and shaves my skin.
He scars my skin permanently.
He ties a rope so right around my wrist that it cuts off circulation, then removes it.
He grabs a bat and whacks me.
With every hit, with every injury. I tell myself it will be okay. As long as this didn't happen to Kacchan, the dearest person to me, I should be okay. When he almost kills me, the League orders him to stop. And they tell him to drop by when my injuries aren't as bad. I feel my eyes grow heavy as I drift into a deep sleep, almost like death.
~End of flashback~
I feel fat tears roll down my face. I want to get out of here.
Bakugou POV
Everything hurts. The voices are back, and they are louder than ever before.
Fat
Ugly
Weak
Lame
Hero? Pshh you gotta be kidding
Maybe if you lost some weight, you'd be a better hero!
Your "boyfriend" probably hates you
Deku hates your guts
Tears roll down my face without my permission. I get up and grab the kitchen knife, I walk into my bathroom. I lock the door quickly, as though someone where to stop me if they decided to break into my dorm. I roll up my sleeves and I'm met with the sight of scars.
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I take the knife and I slowly slice my skin, with every cut I feel a wash of relief. With every cut, the voices grow further away. The voices drown out. I look at my wrists, decorated in bloody cuts, a range of different sizes and how deep they go. I wash my wrists under the sink, the red water flows down the drain and I only wrap my arms up with bandages after the water is no longer red, for the most part. I look at one cut as I wrap it up, it's still bleeding. In no time, it seeps through the bandages, staining them a delight inducing red. I'm sure it should be okay. When I finish wrapped my bandages around my wrists I roll down my sleeves, the cut's blood seeps through the light coloured item of clothing. It should be fine...
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The cut is still bleeding, it bleeds through the sleeve more. It should be fine, nothing is wrong. I hear a knock on my door, I panic and slip on a black long sleeved shirt, throwing my bloody shirt under my bed in a flash.
"Hey Bakugou!" Shitty hair says as I open the door, "Whoa man you look pale, is it about...y'know..? We're here for you man."
I scoff and let him enter my room, he looks around for a minute. He has no idea about what I had just done in the bathroom how many cuts I had sliced into my skin, permanently scarring my skin. Suddenly I feel weak. I look at my hand and there's crimson blood dripping down it. I feel my legs wobble under all the weight that I am carrying and I fall onto the ground, my whole body making a loud thud when it hits the floor.
"Bakugou? BAKUGOU?!" Shitty hair yells at me, trying to make me regain my senses somehow
I look around frantically and there's blood on the carpet, I feel myself grow weaker.
"SOMEONE QUICK! IT'S BAKUGOU! CALL AN AMBULANCE QUICKLY!" Shitty hair yells loudly as I hear feet stomping down the hall towards my room.
I feel the colour drain from my face as the blood flows out of the cut I had scarred my skin with. Blood goes on my pants, on my shirt, on the carpet, on shitty hair, it goes pretty much everywhere. I feel myself grow weaker the more blood I lose. I feel myself wanting to give into death. I feel myself want to welcome death with open arms. But there's one thing stopping me...
Deku
I suddenly feel the urge to not die, I don't want to die just yet. I feel a surge of adrenaline pump through my body, trying to keep me from meeting death.
My vision blurry as anything, I see two pairs of feet in my doorway, one pair of feet rushes towards me as fast as they possibly can. But it's too late.

My vision goes black.

~853 words~