Heroes Need Saving Too (BNHAxReader)

Chapter 50: The early bird gets the worm

(Also...WOOHOO🎉! I made it to chapter 50! I think at times, "Man, I don't think this story's going to be too long." but then it's already this far and now I'm like, "I think this is getting too long." I have quite a large google doc of the outline and I do hit those points, but then in between those I keep on thinking of other things to put in. But hey, at least this will give me something to do and I love to write. I just hope that you, the reader, is fine that this is slightly longer. I mean, after chapter chapter 11 they were within the 1,000s for words for a few chapters. Now they are within the 2,000-4,000 range; I don't like them to be less than 2,000, or more than 4,000. Anyway, have fun reading.)

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(Just a heads up: This chapter is going to be somewhat dark. It deals with depression, cutting, and suicide. I do NOT condone anyone who is struggling with any of these to read this chapter...but hey, what am I to do? I can't stop you; so, you've been forewarned.)

The next morning I woke up before my alarm went off and couldn't fall back asleep. I got out of bed and moped down to the bathroom. For the longest time I stood in front of the mirror, admiring at how fugly I am.

'Where the hell did I put that fucking razor?'

I asked myself as I looked around the bathroom from where I stood.

'I know I put one in here...where the hell did it go?'

I walked out of my bathroom since I gave up on looking and decided to find one that I had hidden elsewhere in my room. Just as I stepped foot out of the bathroom door, I remembered that I taped it to the bottom of the tank on the toilet. I then walked back in and groped around the bottom of the toilet tank for it.

Why the fuck did you hide it there?

'So then if Aizawa or Yamada wanted to see if I had any razors hidden, they wouldn't find this.'

For putting so much effort into that, you should kill yourself. Go out with a big bang though...shoot yourself with a gun! You haven't tried that yet! Yes! DO IT!

'That's a good idea...'

I pulled the razor off of the tank and peeled the tape off of it. I walked to the sink, rolled up my sleeve and placed the edge of the razor on my arm, and dragged it across my skin vertically. Out of the pleasure of pain I let out a quiet, "mmm..." and closed my eyes as I tilted my head back. I then brought my head down so I was facing the mirror and opened my eyes. I saw that I wore a smile on my face that I have only worn a few times. Though I'm the only one that has seen that sort of smile, I didn't like seeing it. It reminded me of the one time that I almost became a villain...a time that I don't want to think about.

As the smile ran away from my face, I looked back down to my blood gushing arm and cut smaller vertical slits around the one huge cut. After losing count at around forty, I switched to the other arm and cut horizontally. I lost count after fifty for that arm. When I cleaned up both of my arms the best, I wrapped them up and sat down on the floor. My hands were so cold, and I was so light headed that I couldn't stand any longer. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to look at the time; it read 3:30 AM. I let out a sigh as I laid my phone on the floor. I then laid down on the floor and stared at the ceiling for the longest time. After I came back from my thoughts, I looked at the time again; it now read 4:17 AM. I sighed as I tried to sit up since I knew that it was going to take me a few tries to sit up cause I had gotten weak from the blood loss.

Once I sat up I slouched there for a few minutes, looking around, debating what I should do now. I then got to the idea of going to the roof and sitting there, isolated in my thoughts. I then put my phone back into my pocket, stood up and stumbled about for a few steps until I gained my balance. I then stammered around the upstairs the quietest that I could be, and looked for a way to get to the roof. I walked into the other bedroom and looked around. I didn't find anything that could help him get there. I then finally said fuck it and teleported to the roof.