lavender strings

Izuku's trip part 2

Hello, I'm back. With better depression. It is me, Yup! THE GOD! Just kidding. That's the song I listened to while writing this btw. Anyway, um, enjoy??? Idk.

THIS CHAPTER HAS MANY TRIGGERS IN IT! PLEASE BE WARNED!

Izuku POV

I'm laying down in my room, just staring up at the ceiling. My blood pooled beneath me. I knew I wasn't going to die though. I've been through worse beatings than this.

"You deserve it too, and you know it."

Ya ya, I know. So can you please leave me alone? I wanna get some sleep before she comes in.

HAH! You think I can just go away that easily? I'm you dumbass! Though, if you just died I'd go away like I was never there to begin with. How does that sound?

"Um, well, in all honest tha-" I thought to myself before I got cut off by my step-mom walking into my 'room'.

"Hi ya Zuzu! I'm kinda bored right now, and well, you know the rest," She said with a sickening tone.

"Y-yes m-m-master," I said with a stutter in my voice. 

There were 3 rules at my house. One if you stutter or show weakness, then everything will hurt much much more.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I'll to get that stutter out of ya Zuki, won't I?" She asked.

She grabbed me by the collar that was placed on me the day prior, and dragged me down to the basement. One by one, my arms and legs were locked up to the floor. I never spoke nor tried to escape. It would only mean hell to pay later. 

Two, if you try to get out of a beating or anything. Then expect to have a worse beating next time.

The sound of clothing hitting the ground filled the house, but I stayed silent. She went over to a table and looked through all the items. Deciding on what she wanted, she grabbed two items. One being a knife, the other being a bottle of vodka (Soviet national anthem starts to play).

 Her body glistened in the dark light, but her face showed nothing but pain to come. With the knife she had, she'd cut the clothing from my body. Not caring if the knife would cut wide my skin. 

She looked down at me after she finished. The smile she wore only became bigger ash she pored the alcohol on my body. Making every cut, every blister, every scar, ache with pain. It mixed with my blood as it flowed down to the floor. In rivers they flowed, each one carrying the pain I could never speak. Each one only making her smile wider. 

Once the bottle ran out is when she got to have her fun. The fun that was worse than any cut, bruise, and break. She slowly climbed onto my body, and prepared herself. 

"Ya know Zu, you got bigger since I last saw you! I can't wait to try ya out anymore~" She said right before the pain had began. 

The silent pain that I had kept in for so long had came out in sobs, each scream I kept in came out as a fleet of no's, and each wish for freedom I had, came out as my wishing for an early demise.

Rule three. You will always GeT bEat. YoU wiLL aLwAYS bReAk. yOu WiLl ALwAyS DIE.