Destroyed

A nice boring class

My mind was a blur most the class, shooting from memory to memory.

Thinking about the future (A.K.A thinking about scuicide)

Thinking about everything.

"Idiot"

"Worthless"

"Go kill yourself!"

"You're a nobody!"

"Eww! A germ!"

Every insult made me think about my appearance, myself, why I was born, everything. I was curled up on the floor, and was crying. Soon they started to kick me. And punch me. And stomp on me..

"Midoriya! Pay attention!"

"S-sorry sir!"
If word got to dad he would be pissed. I did my best to pretend like I was listening.

I wasn't at all
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"Midoriya!"

"Yes d— sir?"

"Were you not paying attention in class?"

Dammit.. he always knows everything!

"Y-yes sir.."

"Mother fucker.."

I already knew what I had coming for me.

I already gave up
________________________________ ow... he beat me worse today... does he hate me more?

I think he just recently mourned her loss.

"No food tonight."

I just looked up at him. It wasn't a glare, i just wasn't strong enough to respond

I did my best to leave the living room and go to my room, but I could barely drag myself.

"Nope. You sleep on the floor tonight. Understand?"

"Y..yes"

He dragged me onto the kitchen floor.

"No blankets."

He walked to his room. I knew I couldn't crawl onto the carpet, because he would notice and beat me again for not following directions.

I closed my eyes

"Dad! Stop!"

"It's your fault she died! You got a quirk, you should have used it!"

"I didn't have enough time! I'm not fast enough yet!"

"And don't call me 'dad', you mistake of a child. Its sir."

It's funny how fast I adjusted to constant pain.

He wanted me to be perfect. If i ever stepped out of line, I was gonna get beaten.

Slowly, I shifted from thinking about bad memories, to dreaming about them

I woke up.

"Get up, and get dressed before I make you wish you were never born."

"Yes.. sir"

I got up, and walked to my room