You'll kill me, won't you? (Aizawa x reader)

Who am i

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(y/n) POV

I think I loved my mom and dad. We were happy.

Well that is until we weren't.

I'm not really sure what went wrong. I'm not sure if it was me or them. But clearly someone is to blame when they are gone and I'm well, still here.

I personally blame god. He's clearly not my biggest fan and frankly I've come to terms with that.

A car crash.

How pathetic.

Both my mother and father died in a car crash when I was only 10 years old. I was also in the car but somehow I came out perfectly fine.

At the funeral everyone looked at me with this depressing and idiotic look on their face, wondering how a 10 year old girl could be at her parents funeral with a straight face.

No tears.

They probably just assumed that I didn't know what was going on. Or couldn't comprehend the fact my parents wouldn't come back.

But I knew.

I knew it well, that I wouldn't be seeing them anytime soon.

I loved my parents, I really did. And they loved me. They loved me enough to accept a useless, quirkless child who had practically nothing going for them in a society where quirks were practically everything.  But they didn't care they loved me despite my uselessness and treated me like I was no different than everyone else. Unlike the children and teachers at school who treated me like I was nothing but a waste of space.

After my parents died I had to go somewhere. We were never particularly close with distant relatives. So when I was told I'd be living with my aunt I didn't know what to expect.

I wish I had known at the time that my life from then on would be nothing but a living hell. As it turns out my aunt wasn't exactly excited to find out that the child she'd be taking in was quirkless.

She saw me as a useless free loader who contributed nothing to society.

Although personally I didn't think she contributed much to society either.

Her quirk was strong and I would know since she tends to use it on me from time to time.

My aunts quirk was that she was able to manipulate air. It was extremely powerful but she preferred to sit at home and drink than actually try to become anything.

Now I'm 17 and would be in highschool. But my aunt never enrolled me so I'm stuck with the education of a 10 year old.

As it turns out I actually have a quirk. I found out a while after the accident that it was the reason I came out unharmed.

I haven't exactly told anyone about because.

I hate my quirk.

It takes away the one thing I want in this world.

Death.

I. Cant. Die.

No matter how hard I try. This stupid thing won't let me. I've tried jumping off buildings. I've tried over dosing on pills, I've tried drowning myself and shooting myself in the head but nothing seemed to do it. So now here I am smoking a cigarette while dancing down an ally way. You see I'm killing two birds with one stone.
Maybe I'll die of lung cancer, or maybe some sketchy gangster will kill me in this dark alleyway.