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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‟She came and I told her what had happened.” Izuku's eyes find Mistress [Last Name's] as he speaks and he can feel the smallest tears prickle at his waterline. ‟We called our classmates and eventually half of the class already knew. Some had showed up.”
He moves his eyes off the woman and faces Kamihara again. ‟We found the phone number of her mother and we called her and told her the news. She came as soon as she could and then called the hospital, the police and her husband.”
The public gallery is deadly quiet, so are the lawyers, the [Last Names] and the Judge. None speaks, none utters a single syllabe. The tension in the room has thickened.
‟Why not call the ambulance or the police as well?”
I was too scared to even think rationally enough to call them...
Izuku looks down at his lap.
‟I thought contacting one of her parents was the best thing to do...”
Inko bites down her bottom lip, squeezing her hands dead tightly. The confession has striked to her sensible chords and almost brings her to tears. In all honesty, she had expected to come to find out much worse from his hearing, but she trusts her son fully and knows he's not one to do stubborn mistakes that could get him through high risks.
Well, she can't feel relieved too soon. The hearing is still ongoing, meaning there's still some things to come to discover.
‟Miss [Last Name] and Mister Bakugou were on good terms, weren't they?” Kamihara irks an eyebrow at the greenette. ‟Why didn't you contact him as well?”
Izuku's eyes glisten darkly in rememberance.
‟What are you doing?”
‟Huh? I'm calling Kacchan-”
‟Why?”
‟Huh? Well...”
‟It's his fault she's done this, isn't it?”
‟What? I-I mean, I don't-”
‟No.”
He presses his lips into a thin line.
‟Well, w-we thought that even if we called, h-he wouldn't answer-”
‟But the effort would've still been appreciated nonetheless, don't you think?”
‟A-Ah, well, I-”
‟And what about those small bruises and scratches on your face? They're barely noticeable, but still there.” Kamihara boldly points out. Izuku self consciously puts his hand over his hurt spots, his eyes nervously darting left and right. ‟May I ask where those are from?”
