I tossed and turned until the clock read midnight. I slid out of bed and padded to the bathroom, where I splashed cold water on my face. I leaned into the counter and stared at my bloodshot eyes. Water dripped down my face and onto the counter. I grabbed a towel and patted it dry.
Downstairs, I pulled out the box of pictures my dad kept in a drawer beneath the coffee table. I flipped slowly through the ones of my mother. I wanted them to tell me something different. Something they'd never told me before. Clues about her life. Her personality. But they didn't. They just told me what they always did.
She was beautiful. People said I looked like her, and maybe our faces resembled each other, but her body was wispy and soft. Even in pictures, I could tell she was graceful. Maybe she could've taught me to be graceful. I wondered if she would have been disappointed with a sporty daughter. Or maybe she'd have been disappointed in who I'd become lately- a liar and a fake.
I tucked the pictures back in the box and headed to my room. The light was off, so the first thing I saw when walked in was my lit-up cell phone. It was a text from Katsuki:
Katsuki💥🧡
12:43 A.M.
Katsuki💥🧡
Are you awake?
Read @12:45 A.M.
You
Yes. On my way out.
Read @12:45 A.M.
"Everything okay?" I asked him at the fence.
He didn't answer for several beats. "Fine."
"Katsuki. Don't lie to me."
He sighed. "It's just the same old fucking stuff. What's the point in talking about it?"
"Your mom?"
"Yes."
I bit my bottom lip, not sure how to help him with this. "Why don't you talk to her?"
"About what?"
"I don't know. About how she is with you and your dad."
"It won't help."
"Have you tried?"
"No. But the old man tries all the time. You've heard the results."
"I'm sorry."
"Eh." He shrugged with that sound. I couldn't see it, but I knew it well. "It could be worse. What about you? Why are you up so late? More nightmares?"
"Yes."
"Are they getting worse?"
Yes. "I don't know."
"You said before that sometimes you dream about the car accident. What happens in those dreams?"
I thought back. It was definitely the dream I had the most. "Different things every time. I basically just see my mom's crash. Glass. Blood." And I didn't want to talk about this anymore. "My brothers found out something I didn't want them to tonight and now I have to tell my dad something I don't want to tell him."
"Please be more vague. I think you're speaking too clearly."
"I've been modeling makeup." I coughed out the word, and he had to ask me to repeat it twice.
"Modeling?"
"In the loosest sense of the word."
"And why can't you tell your dad?"
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FanfictionFINISHED 16-year-old Y/N Aizawa was raised by a single dad and three older brothers. That had its perks ya know. She is able to outrun, outscore, and outwit every boy she knows, including her longtime neighbor and honorary fourth brother, Bakugou. B...
