escape
escape from reality
a slit on her wrist
soon followed by two or three
all covering both her arms and legs
until only a group filled with lies remains after she left.
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-trigger warning: suicide, self harm, bullying, harrassm...
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‟I'm home...”
Izuku enters his home as soundlessly as possible and slowly closes the door behind himself. He takes off his shoes and frowns at the questionable silence ruling in the house. His mother would usually be home around this time, waiting for him as she lays the table for dinner.
He stands up and takes off his jacket as he walks into the empty living room. He glances around and finds the kitchen equally ghosted.
‟Mom?”
He turns away and walks out of the living. He goes up the stairs and calls out to his mother once more, only to be greeted by the same silent answer of her absence.
Arriving upstairs, he walks down the narrow corridor and stops in fron of her room. He knocks on the door, gently but still audibly in case she'd be asleep.
Upon getting no response, he twists the doorknob and gently pushes the door open. The wooden door creacks annoyingly, making the greenette frown from the irritating sound emitting from the door.
He peeks inside and instantly rolls his eyes to the bed. Unnocupied. Hethen allows himself to look around the room, snapping his neck left and right. Vacant.
For some reason, he instinctively lifts his head up very slowly and gulps down a lump of saliva as he allows himself to look up at the ceiling in anticipation and fear.
His eyes widen in horror. His blood turns cold and a scream gets stuck in his throat.
Feet dangling back and fro, weakly moving left and right as if it's blown by the wind coming through the usually open window. Large, soulless orbs staring back at the freckled teenager as a message that Lord Death has payed the house a visit.
W-Wha...
What...?
Midoriya takes a double look at the ceiling and is dumbfounded by the sight he's meeeting now.
Nothing but the cheap chandelier her mother hung up.
Midoriya clutches onto his chest and finds himself barely lose balance, which he quickly gains back as he takes a step back to prevent himself from falling to his knees. He releases a heavy sigh of relief and releases a breath he isn't aware he has held back until now.
‟Wh...” He stabilizes his breath patterns. ‟What...”
Again, huh...?
He slowly steps out of the bedroom and closes the door carefully. His hand slides off the doorknob and ghosts over his grimacing face. He wobbles his way to his bedroom and opens the door to his bedroom with the help of his weight. He carefully closes it behind him and makes his way to his bed.
