stories that i started and never finished

Uhmmm I'm not dead?

So i'm back.....for now. I don't really have  an excuse but i'm here to deliver more cringe. This story is really outta pocket and makes zero to no sense. I kinda wanted to experiment with the doctor/patient  troupe ,kinda like Harley and the joker but it wasn't going so well. i'm just gonna dump it here. enjoy.

Mayfield Asylum, one of the highest guarded penitentiaries in the world. It's filled with anyone from minor schizophrenics to mass murderers. Of course they had to assign me to the biggest nut case in the whole joint on my first week of working there. Katsuki Bakugou. He's of Japanese descent, with spiky blonde hair and narrow, piercing red eyes. He was flown in from the Tokyo Sanitarium because he attacked the guards outside his cell, killing one of them and paralyzing the other. I sighed as I readjusted my coat and checked my clipboard for the room number. This was my first time meeting a mass murderer, and I was anything but excited. I had heard of how vulgar and brash the man could be and I was not looking forward to it. I stopped in front of a door with three guards standing tensely in front of it. I could hear banging from inside the room and the guards gave me a sympathetic look. "Dr. L/n." I said, showing them my I.D. as I slammed the door open. The patient was in the corner, banging his head against the wall as he muttered so fast I couldn't hear what he was saying. His arms were fastened to his chest with a straight jacket and he wore black sweats for his pants. His room was heavily padded and the only object in the room was a small table by a barred window and a mattress in the left corner. I cleared my throat quietly and he stopped moving. He turned to me with a glare and scowled. "Sent another doctor in to fix me, huh?" He questioned, in Japanese. 'Ah so that's why they put me on this case.' I thought as I moved to the table and placed my clipboard on it. "Dr. L/n Y/n. Now get your ass over here so I can meet you and then go work on my other patients. I don't have all day, Bakugou Katsuki." I growled, in perfect Japanese. He flinched for a minute before smirking. "So they finally brought someone that speaks Japanese. So Doctor, how do you plan to fix me?" He asked, mockingly as he threw himself down on the chair across from me. I just sighed and rolled my eyes. "That's your problem, Katsuki. You don't need to be fixed. What you did, is what happened and there's no fixing that. It's best to just work on why you did it." I sighed, checking his case file. 100 murders. 75 men, 25 women, 13 of which were children from the ages one to ten. All of his victims were under the age of thirty except for two, his parents. I read it over thoroughly as he watched me. "That's quite the impressive number of victims there." You said, giving a low whistle at the end. He just scoffed and leaned back in his chair. "And what of it?" He growled, glaring over at me. "Well why don't you tell me about it? What was it like killing people? What was going through your head?" I said, sitting on the table in front of him and crossing my legs. He looked up at me with a raised brow. "You aren't gonna ask why? Or about my childhood or some shit? I know it said I killed my parents in that little file of yours." He scoffed. "I'm aware, Katsuki. And in time I'll ask about the other two. I'm only here so you have someone to talk to. I'm not here to fix you or save you. I'm here for companionship, someone to talk to if you need. So when you feel it's time to talk about it, I'll be here to listen." I said, looking straight at him. He gave me a calculating glare. He then got up and walked to his bed in the corner. "Get out." He grumbled. I raised an eyebrow at him and he turned his head away. "I said get the fuck out! I'm done with this shit." He screamed. "Of course, Katsuki. I'll see you tomorrow." I said, grabbing my clipboard. I exited the room and went to my office. He seems like a tough case to crack. After I told him I was there for him, he shut me out. Maybe I'll just try a different approach or maybe I should keeping going with this one. I sighed as I finished other case files.

My heels clicked on the tile floors as I returned to Katsuki's room. I had a pen and sketchpad under my arm and my clipboard in my other one. I nodded to the guards as I showed my I.D. to the scanner they just put on all the doors. The heavy metal door clicked and I pushed it open. Katsuki was sitting at the table from our visit yesterday, resting his feet on top of it. He turned his head towards me and I could see slight bruising on his forehead and dark bags under his eyes. "Fucking finally, I was starting to think I scared your weak ass away." He said, clicking his tongue at me. "Who pissed in your cheerios this morning, Katsuki?" I asked, raising a teasing brow at him. "What the fuck ever. Let's just get this appointment over with so I can go back to slamming my head against the wall out of boredom." He said. I just sighed and sat across from him, placing my pens and sketchpad in front of him. He looked at me like I was stupid and looked down at his straight jacket. "Oh, that's not for you. There's no way in taking this," I said, standing up and grabbing one of the straps of the straight jacket."off of you. I'm not stupid and I knew one of the guards you killed in Tokyo. He was a dear friend to me, Katsuki. So you get to sit there, with your straight jacket in a little padded room." I said, releasing the strap and sitting back down. "Let's continue with our session, Katsuki." I said, smiling and grabbing the sketch pad. "What kind of bipolar bitch are you?" He scoffed. "I'm not bipolar, Katsuki. I just now how to use my emotions well. Now here's what we're gonna do. I want you to describe your first murder. That means victim, weapon, how it felt, what set you off, and the crime scene. Of course you don't have to, but It'd be much appreciated." I said, leaning back and crossing my legs. He stared at me for awhile and I figure he wasn't going to say anything so I started to speak before being cut off by his gruff voice. " My first kill was Izuku Midoriya, or Deku as I called him. He was such a cheerful person, always radiating happy energy and smiling. We grew up together and were basically joined at the hip. He had such pretty emerald green eyes that always shone brightly whenever he was excited. His hair was a chaotic mess of curls in the most beautiful shade of green. He had freckles littered across his whole body and I remember him laughing as I traced them with my finger when we were younger. He was always shorter than me, which he whined about constantly. He had semi chubby cheeks that were always flushed with a light shade of pink. He lived with his mom in a small house down the street from me and we used to go on adventures everyday, a habit that carried on up until a few weeks before he died. We were so close but when we got into middle school he started hanging out with other people. He would blow me off to hang out with those extras. It was starting to annoy me but I didn't say anything about it because He was so happy. One day we were walking to school and he saw his friends and left me to walk by my fucking self. That night I had had enough and wanted my Izu back so I invited him over. My parents were out of town for a business trip and I wanted to spend some time with him. He showed up at my doorstep an hour later and he looked panicked. I let him in and sat him on the couch before going to get him a blanket. I sat beside him and pulled him closer to me. He sighed and pushed away. He looked down at his hands and said something that broke my heart.'Kacchan, we can't be around eachother anymore.' My whole world came crashing down. I yelled at him and he yelled back. At some point he went to leave and I just snapped. I yanked him back by his arm and I heard it pop out of it's socket and Izuku's screams. He stood up and his beautiful green eyes were now glassy and filled with nothing but fear and hate. It broke me more and sent me spiralling further. He tried to run but I was too quick and caught him easily. He tired to fight me off and in the back of my head I knew I should have fucking stopped, but everything else inside was yelling at me, to hurt him, to make him bleed, to make him feel the pain he put me through. And so I did. I dropped him and just started swinging at him and kicking him.By the time I realized what I was doing , my toes and knuckles were bloody and Deku......He wasn't even recognisable.At first I was horrified that I had really done that, but the voices in my head were satisfied and they calmed down to just little whispers. It was thrilling during it but after I had done it, It was one of the worse mistakes of my fucking shitty life. I carried his body out to one of our favorite places and buried him there. I planted a tree over him and continued to go back to that spot over and over again. I'd spend hours knelt infront of his tree and just cry. After a while I just became numb to the sadness. I didn't start killing until a decade later when someone tried to chop down his tree. After that I just spiraled downwards, getting hooked on the feeling of power it gave me. I got to decide who died. So I continued killing for seven years until I was caught. They never found Izuku's tree, so they never found his body. Later on I would take souvenirs from my victims and would give them to the tree. It was my way of apologising for what I had done. I didn't blink an eye at the other extras but I just couldn't get over him. Soon after I started offering gifts to the tree, I started to hear Izuku in my head. He would tell me who he wanted dead and I would do it. When I did kill them he would compliment me and speak softly to me. When I failed he wouldn't talk to me until I had appeased him. He would forgive me for killing him and tell me that he loves me. He went away for awhile and that's when I lost all control. I needed Deku and it didn't matter how many people I killed to fucking get him back. He eventually did come back and I slowed down a bit. I still visited his tree everyday and I would talk to it and give it the souvenirs." He said, hanging his head. He started tearing up halfway through. I wrote it all down and sighed as I handed him a picture I had drawn while he was describing Izuku. He looked at it for a minute before bursting into tears and resting his forehead on the picture. "It looks just like him." He cried. I slowly stood up and walked to his side. I rested a hand on top of his soft blonde hair and ran my fingers through it. "Keep it. I'll even hang it up for you." I said, smiling softly at him. He lifted his head and stood up, walking up to me and resting his head on my shoulder. I stood in shock for a minute before reaching up and running my fingers through his hair again. "Thank you. Deku likes you, y'know that?" He muttered into my shoulder. "Oh does he? That's good." I said, slightly pulling away. He looked up at me and tried to wipe his eyes on his shoulder. I reached forward and swiped them away with my thumb. "I have to go see my other patients now. Where do you want to hang Izuku?" I asked, still rubbing my thumb on his cheek. He sighed and nodded his head. "Can you put him next to my bed?" He asked quietly. "Of course, Katsuki. I can stop by after my other patients and check on you if you want." I said, grabbing a roll of tape from the pocket of my coat. I went and knelt beside Katsuki's bed mat. Placing the drawing of Izuku on the wall beside the bed and taping it. Katsuki came up and knelt down behind me, placing his head on my shoulder again. I flinched for a fraction of a second but calmed when I realized it was just him. "Is this good, Katsuki?" I asked, leaning my head on top of his. "Yeah. Thanks, Dr." He muttered.

After that day we only got closer, our relationship shifting from Doctor/patient to friends. 

Here was this horrible excuse of a story. Now i would like to return to my depression cave for a little. Please enjoy and remember that I love you guys.