When you are born with a quirk like mine, you learn to hide it. You learn that some people are born to be alone. You learn to distance yourself, to oppress your emotions to the point where you feel nothing.
*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*
"Stop! Look at what you did! You-", tears where streaming from my mother's eyes, her face holding an emotion I couldn't even comprehend; pure hate.
I froze, unable to move as she frantically latched on to the stone figure in front of her, she cupped it's face. Her cries where like nothing I've ever heard, the pain in her voice pierced through my heart.
"Change him back!" She said grasping you wrist tightly and pulling you towards the statue. I looked up at it, his facial expression was trapped with fear, and that was because of me.
"I don't know how" I spoke under you're breath, your mother crouched down to your level and slapped me across my face. However, I felt no pain, my skin was as hard as stone.
I didn't blame her, how could a mother love a child who killed their own father. Of course I didn't do it on purpose, but the emotion building up inside me as you heard your father's disgusting words almost forced you to.
She pulled her hand back and winced in pain as her face turned to shock. She observed my marble skin and suddenly felt an overwhelming sensation of fear. My skin has never done this before. Sure I was pale enough to look like you were made from stone, but this was different.
Both my eyes trailed down to her hand, it began to loose its colour, my eyes met hers as she backed away from you.
"Make it stop!" She screamed. But I couldn't, I didn't know how. I opened my mouth, trying to find the right words to say, but nothing came out.
By this point her whole arm had turned to stone, her screams of pain and fear where becoming louder, but I couldn't hear them. In fact, I couldn't hear anything, I was completely frozen in hate. Hate towards myself. My vision was blurred with tears, hearing the words my mother was using. Monster. Demon. I was too young to hear these type of words being used against me like that, but I deserved it, right?
All of a sudden my mother fell silent, and I was now completely alone, standing in my own house, with two statues staring through me.
*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*
"Young girl, age 9, (f/n) (l/n), killed both her mother and father with use of her quirk. Her location still remains unknown."
The pictures in the news haunted me, everyone had seen it, everyone knew my name, and that I was a murderer.
I knew what I had to do, run away, change my name. Learn how to disappear.
*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*
Walking through the streets at this time of night is dangerous, but it didn't bother me. The silence was calming. I was almost nineteen now so I knew how to take care of myself, being isolated since the age of nine was hard, however it was for the best. This way there was no way I would be able to hurt the ones I love.
This didn't mean that I wouldn't hurt others though, the ones who deserved it. Hero's or villains, it didn't matter, the corruption of the system only worsened every day. And I really had nothing else to do.
However, I vowed to myself to not to use my quirk, it wouldn't only lead to pain. For me or for others.
I stepped out of the elevator onto the top floor, my long coat covered the katana sitting on your back. It was also nice to feel it against my bare legs, I enjoyed wearing revealing clothes however, once in a while the warmth of it brushing against me was nice.
I sat on the ledge, peering down at the city below you watching the people, laughing, smiling, holding hands. They looked tiny from you here but it hurt me to see their smiles. Their freedom, their carelessness. The fact that they can touch each other without having a deep fear inside.
A deep fear that if you can't control yourself, you would end up killing them.
