I have no regrets with this story
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Izuku is now 13 and has lived with the voices and hallucinations for 4 years now, his condition hasnt gotten any better
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I hadn't slept at all last night, the voices kept me up all night, they wouldnt stop screaming at me to set the place on fire. I dont want to leave daddy though, what would daddy think if I gave in to the voices and set the place on fire.
My fingers subconsciously ran over my face, feeling the scars that are scattered across. My head snapped up as the wall started to seemingly melt and grew eyes, I stuck my tongue out as I looked at the ceiling. If I dont look at it then it cant hurt me.
What seemed to be a few minutes of looking at the ceiling but was probably hours, I looked back at the wall and it was normal again. I wonder if daddy will come home tonight, he went out a few days ago and hasnt returned yet. He usually brings me food.
I stood up and walked in circles as the voices banged at the back of my mind, they keep talling me to start a fire. Some tell me not to but most of them want me to. How am I supposed to start a fire when I havent left the basement since forever.
My feet stepped onto old and new carvings that I have done on the floor, some were kitty's and other were flowers. I even once drew myself but i dont think that's how i really look, i havent seen myself in a long time.
But who needs to see themselves anyway!
I continued to walk in circles until I heard the front door open, I gasped and sat down waiting as I heard daddy's footsteps grow closer to the basement door. I grinned ear to ear as all the voices screamed at me,
"HURT HIM"
I giggled as I grabbed the knife next to me and ran at him. He looked surprised as I tackled him to the ground and repeatedly stab him in the neck.
"YES"
"HE DESERVES THIS"
"MAKE HIM PAY"
The voices screamed in joy as I continued to stab daddy, I finally calmed down when the voices stopped. I laughed as tears ran down my face, "HE DESERVED THIS!!!" I screamed as my throat ached in protest.
I clutched the knife tightly until my knuckles turned white and stood up, only to began my journey out into the open, away from this basement.
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