Mine.. {TogChako Story} {ON HOLD}

Chapter Eight

~Toga's POV still with the flashback~

I cried and cried.. mother didn't love me, father had died a few years ago, and I was an only child. Everyone at school called me a monster.

And it's all because of my quirk.

I don't remember sleeping much that night, if at all.

The next day at school was just about Hell. Every where I looked, everyone just "Monster" "Freak" but those I was used to, but the one that hurt me most was..

"Kill yourself"

'Why didn't I think of that?' I thought, realizing just how easy it could be a way out.

I wasn't crying this time however, I just smiled, agreeing.

"I will!" I said happily, they looked shocked.  I just laughed "why look so shocked? You told me to" I giggled again.

I went outside and climbed the ladder to the roof, they were right behind me.

"W-wait! I-I was k-kidding!" they tried to shout up to me, I was already on the roof.

They finally climbed up here. "You suggested it!" I said, turning to look at them, "why are you backing out now? You get a front row seat!" I giggled. Isn't it funny, how people only care when you're dead.

I walked to the edge and looked down, they tried grabbing my shoulder, but I shrugged it off. I wasn't laughing anymore, nor was I smiling.

"It's funny. You only care when I'm about to die" I said, turning to look back at them again.

They looked terrified. I just smiled again. "See you never!" I fell backwards, off the roof, hoping to never wake up again.

I look to the roof, they're looking down, absolutely horrified. I smiled up at them, hoping they'd  be the last face I see.

I soon hear sirens and voices. Everything's blurry. It's bright. Too bright. I hate it.

I try to sit up but a piercing pain shoots up my leg. I let out a cry. I quickly bring my hands to clap over my mouth, it hurts too but I can't do anything. Mom will hurt me.

I look around. I see someone in all white and blue. A doctor. I realize I'm in a hospital.

"Good morning, Himiko Toga." she says. I just want out. I bring my hands back to my sides. I don't feel safe, or threatened. I feel.. neutral I guess. I don't want to be here anymore. 'Why not let me die?' I silently think to myself.