BHA ~ wilting rose~

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Izuku POV

I look at mom's back as she exits my room. My eyes start to get watery, this is the last time I'll get to see her. A couple seconds later I here the front door being opened and then closed. I take a few breaths it's time, I get up and I walk over to my cabinet I open it and I dig under my clothes. Soon I felt cold metal and I grabbed my razor knife. I pull it out of my cabinet and I look at it for a second then I taught should I really do this? Or maybe I should wait  but I ignored them. I sigh as I make my way to the bathroom getting more and more emotional. By the time I got to the bathroom tears were going down my face.  I sat down in the bathroom floor, I silently Roll up my sleeves revealing scars going across my wrist. I started cutting about a year ago.

I slowly pressed down the knife on my wrist, I wince at the pressure. This is what I want this is what everyone wants...I'll be happy everyone else will be happy I taught but for some reason I couldn't stop the tears. I wonder why I mean I'm happy that I'm finally gonna leave this hell but.. I hadn't realize that sobs where coming from my mouth. No I have to do this I taught as a sense of determination washed over me. I drag the razor knife a cross my wrist. Blood started pouring out. I moved to make another cut but I wouldn't move! Why am I hesitating! I frustratedly taught as more sobs came out of my mouth. I was to busy sobbing I didn't here the front door open. I tried once again to make another line I ignored the voices in the back of my head telling me to stop.

I put the razor knife against my wrist applying way more pressure then I did for the first one. I dragged the razor blade against my wrist but before I could finish it completely the door was slammed open. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" My sobs were silence in shocked, what is kacchan doing here ? Nobody is supposed to be here!

I gasp came from his mouth once he clearly saw what I was doing. Soon his as were filled with anger. "What the fuck do you think your doing!?" He screamed as he quickly took the knife away from me. I was filled with fear no! No! No no no no this can't be happening!

I got up quickly reaching for the the razor blade begging him to give it back "please just give it back! I just want my life to end!" I begged but he continued to keep it out of my grasp. "What the fuck is wrong with you" he screamed at me. "I want it! Please give it back!" Was my pathetic response. I knew he wasn't gonna give it to me any time soon so I accepted my defeat. I fell to the floor sobbing harder then before.