I hear my name being called as I run. I put my head down and run faster. My breath is coming out in ragged gasps. I find myself at a beach. It is covered in trash. I keep running. I jump over different objects until I see a discarded dryer. I climb inside and shut the door. It is cramped, but at least I am alone. I hear my name being called outside. I don't say anything. I took out my phone. I text mom that I will be home later. I need some alone time. She sent back a thumbs up.

    I laid back and let the sobs fill my body.

    I woke up later in the dryer. I kicked open the door and looked around outside. I stretched because of my stiff muscles. I started walking home. I went to the fridge and grabbed a bag of blood. I climbed into my tree house and read while I ate. I later left for the gym. The exercise gets my thoughts out of my head. I sigh and take a break. As I sit on a bench I see Izuku walk through the door. I stay still hoping he won't see me. He walks around and turns to leave. I look down in shame. Why does My quirk do this to me. I'm going to end up hurting someone if this continues. I feel a tap on my shoulder and see Izuku standing beside me. How did I not sense him before? "Y/n, what happened yesterday? You suddenly took off." I don't know how to reply. How can you tell your best friend that you suddenly had the urge to attack them? I abruptly stand and pass by him. He blocks my path with his arm. "Y/n, please. Tell me what's wrong." My eyes start to tear up. I don't want to have another breakdown like yesterday. I lift his arm up over my head and duck under him. "Izuku, I-I just can't right now."

    I make a beeline for the door. I can smell him behind me. I start down the sidewalk. As I walk I hear talking behind me to see Izuku talking to a skinny man with scraggly blonde hair. I can smell his blood smell and am surprised by the familiarity of it. I turn back to see Izuku walking towards me and the man walking the other way. He catches up to me. "Y/n, you can talk to me. You know that." He follows me to my house and even climbs into the treehouse with me. Finally, I turn around. "Fine! It's my Fucking Quirk!" He seems surprised because I never use bad language. "What do you mean?" I stare into his eyes with tears streaming down my face. "When I saved that girl yesterday, the smell of her blood was so overpowering. I pictured myself ripping into her throat, the taste of her blood on my tongue. It scared me. Then when you got close to me I had the same vision, just it was you instead of her. I hate it. Someone is going to get hurt because of me..." I slid down the wall of the treehouse. "I've always gotten urges like this, just not as strong. I always overpowered them. I don't know if I can do this anymore. Someone like me doesn't deserve a place in this society. I should have died in that alley." I look down at my shaking hands then up at Izuku. He is staring at me with wide eyes. He slowly walks up to me then bends down on his knee. He wraps his arms around my back and pulls me into his embrace. "Don't ever say they about yourself. You are a great person Y/N. Your quirk doesn't change that." I begin sobbing into his neck. "Why?" He looks at my face in confusion for a second. "Why do you still call me a good person? I would have killed you! How am I a good person if I am capable of killing my best friend?" He turned my face so I was staring directly into his eyes. "But you didn't. You didn't hurt anybody. You're stronger than your urges. You showed that yesterday. You are not capable of killing me because you are a good person." I can't help but agree. "Izuku, what if the urges get stronger? What if I can't stop myself?" He grabs my hand. "Y/n, even if that were to happen then I would forgive you. Your not the one to blame." My body tenses up. He's right. I'm not the one to blame. My quirk is. I wrap my arms around his neck. "Thanks Izuku." We embrace each other for a few seconds before he leaves. I watch as he starts to go down the ladder. Our eyes meet for a split second before he disappears. Even if my quirk is to blame, I would still be the one hurting him.

    I crawl down the rope and walk into my house. I find my Mom and Dad in the living space watching television. I come up behind them and wrap my arms around them. "I'm going out. Love you." I headed to the door. "Bye honey. Be back before dinner." I nod and step outside. I think I can miss dinner tonight. I walk at a steady pace down the street. I make my way to the trashed beach. There is a pier past all of the trash. I walk out to the railing and look at the sun glistening off the water. I sigh at the sight. I stand there for about an hour. Eventually, I walk towards the beach. I pick my way through the wreckage. Finally, I find what I'm looking for. An old tire rim. I pick it up and carry it back to the pier.  I stick my arm into the rim and look out over the water one last time. I heave myself over the railing and into the water.