"ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ? ᴡᴀɪᴛ! ʜᴏʟʏ ꜱʜɪᴛ!!! ᴍʀ. ᴀɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ?!"
What if one day you wake up in MHA on a fluke. Don't get me wrong, it's amazing. You can talk to your favorite characters, see if you have powers, and try to go along with the storyline. Now... what if t...
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⚠️THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS S*LF HARM AND EVEN MENTIONS OF SU*CIDE! THESE WORDS WILL NOT BE CENSORED GOING FORWARD SO CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!⚠️ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(Y/n) pov
I was discharged from the hospital the very next day. Thankfully I was released with the note that I had no injuries and everything was normal.
Mr. Aizawa drove me to my large house and dropped me off, not before saying goodbye with a hug.
"Ok kiddo, you can choose to go to school tomorrow if you want, but if you want a cool down you can wait a bit. Don't push yourself too hard, and remember to eat, and you don't need to do any homework you missed and-" I cut Mr. Aizawa off with another hug.
"Don't worry I'm fine! Though I don't think I'm going to pass up the opportunity to miss school tomorrow, I have a math test..." I mumbled the last bit.
"Ha," Mr. Aizawa laughed. "Ok then, don't get into trouble."
Mr. Aizawa said one last goodbye then headed back to his car and drove away. I turned to my large log cabin and sighed, "This place is too big for just one person."
I shook my head and walked up the driveway anyway. Once I reached the front door I unlocked it and closed it behind me. The smile I'd been holding immediately dropped.
I shuffled over to my bathroom, shut the door and leaned against the sink countertop, my hands twisted sideways supporting my weight. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had some dirt on my face because for some reason the hospital didn't clean me, a scar now running through my lips (which I thought looked quite badass), and my eyes... When I looked in my eyes I didn't see me. It was weird. I knew they were my own (e/c) irises staring back at me, but they didn't have that glint, that shine they did before that made me... me.
As I stared at myself I started to think about the images I'd seen, that vision I'd endured not too long ago. The belief that this was all a dream and I'd wake up in my world might as well have been the last string holding me together. But these images were like a blade and that blade cut straight through those last remaining hopes.
Before I knew it my eyes started to sting and I could feel the singe of hot tears rolling down my face. My lips started to quiver and I shattered.
I started crying, waves of thoughts crashing my mind.
'I'm really here, stuck here in this world...'
'It's not even all that great.. People get hurt... people I now care about can really die!?'
"I can't even go home because I'm stuck in some stupid coma!" I yelled out.
These negative thoughts penetrated my sanity. Somehow I managed to collect myself before a complete mental breakdown and decided to take a shower to calm my nerves.
