9-Bathtub

                                    

                                          
First I just want to say hi to Elmo_the_Bitch and thanks for commenting, it made me laugh really hard. So thanks.
                          
(Deku's POV)
                          
I slowly opened my eyes to see the white roof of my new room. It was the weekend so I didn't have school but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep in.
                          
I sit up and am immediately greeted by my NG tube falling off my ear. I almost had a heart attack because I forgot it was there.

                          
I place it back around my ear and walked to my dresser which was surprisingly filled with my clothes and some new clothes.

                          
After looking through the clothes I decided on a black shirt with black ripped jeans and a black hoodie and green smiley face on it.

                          
I grabbed the clothes along with a towel and went to take a shower in the bathroom located in my room.

                          
FYI. He can shower as long as the end of the tube is closed off.

                          
The warm water soothed my skin and muscles. It was nice and the voices weren't very loud. It was the first time in a long time my head was clear.

                          
But my head was soon clouded with thoughts once I exited. I was never one clear thought it was always multiple parts of different thoughts which were very distracting but I had gotten used to it by now.

                          
I got dressed and replaced the tape on my cheek, the skin was slowly irritated from the tape but I didn't mind. I also re-bandaged my arms because they were still healing.

                          
I walked out of my room downstairs. They were all up eating breakfast at the dining table. I hesitated before sitting beside Shinso.

                          
"Hey, little listener how did you sleep?" Pops shouted.

                          
"F-fine." I stuttered.

                          
I brought my knees to my chest and hugged them. I was getting anxious watching them eat, it came so naturally to them. It was easy for them when I had to have a tube down my nose. Pathetic.

                          
I rested my head on my knees trying to calm down. Breath in and out that's all I had to do. They must have noticed how anxious I was because Pops walked over and placed his hands on my shoulders.

                          
I jumped, I don't like it when people touched me out of the blue. He quickly removed his hand for a minute before placing them back on my shoulders.

                          
"It's okay, your going to be okay," Pops said as he rubbed my shoulders.

                          
I closed my eyes as hard as I could.my breathing was heavy and u wanted to cry but I couldn't cry in front of them, they would think I'm weak.

                          
"C-c-can y-you s-stop-p t-touch-ching name," I mumbled.

                          
The second he removed his hand I stood up and ran to my room. I entered my room and slammed the door behind me.

                          
I was so pathetic, unable to go 5 minutes without parking or crying. I ran inside my bathroom and looked everywhere and anywhere. There had to be something, something sharp. 

                          
A razor or knife or pencil sharpener. No. Nothing. I wanted to scream, tell until I had no more air in my lungs. I sat curled up in the tub.

                          
How pathetic, I don't deserve to live. I was just some useless kid, unable to act normal. I was a waste of space and nothing more.

                          
Knock knock

                          
"Kid, are you okay?" Dad asked.

                          
I don't say anything, I just sat in the tub. A shaking crying mess. Would he be mad at me, maybe, maybe not?

                          
"Kid I'm coming in, okay." He said.

                          
I again didn't answer. What was the point, he would just get angry, right? Oh, how bad I wanted to cut, just to see blood pour from my skin. I deserved it, all of the scares and burns all the beatings and words that I had been called.

                          
A voice came from beside me.

                          
"Your mumbling," Dad said.

                          
Those words made me panic and cry even harder.

                          
"P-please im-I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please don't hu-hurt m-me." I begged.

                          
I covered my head with my arms. Was he going to muzzle me like my father? Or was he going to do something worse?

                          
"Kid, I'm not going to hurt you. You're okay. You're safe." He reassured.

                          
Was he telling the truth or just trying to trick me? I didn't know anymore. I was so confused, they were acting nice. Why? Why would they care?

                          
I held my breath as long as I could then exhaled. My emotions left with that breath. I stopped crying all of a sudden, I don't feel anything, I was just numb.

                          
"Are you okay?" He asked.

                          
"Yeah," I said as I wiped the tears from my eyes.

                          
I looked at him, he looked worried and not convinced. He looks skeptical.

                          
"Okay, do you need anything." He continued.

                          
"For you to leave," I said as I stood up from the bath.

                          
He looked even more worried when I said that but he left without another word. I walked out of my bathroom and collapse on my mattress. 

                          
(Aizawa's POV finally)
                          
I walked down the stairs after leaving the problem child's room. I was worried, he went from crying and shaking to a monotone voice asking me to leave.

                          
I sighed once I meet Yamada's worried gaze. I walked up to him and hugged him. He was also worried you could see it in his eyes, he looked like he was going to cry.

                          
"The kid needs help." Is all I said.

                          
I knew the kid was screwed up but this was so much worse than I thought it was. You could see the pain in his eyes, he looked mortified when anyone touched him.

                          
(Deku's POV)
                          
 
I stayed in my room staring at the roof. All I wanted to do was to forget, but anything I did to forget would eventually fade. Oh, how I hated having these thoughts stuck in my head, just circling over and over again.

                          
It was hell, I couldn't control. I was at the mercy of my mind and it was ruthless.

                          
I don't know what time it was until I looked at my phone. 5 pm. I had been in my room for around 6 hours and nobody had come in. Weird.

                          
I hadn't even connected my feeding tube. Wait, were they planning something? What were they planing?


                          
Sorry, this is kinda short again but I will be posting a new chapter in a day or two. I hope you guys like it and don't forget to vote.
                          
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