Trigger Warning, if you were/are abused. Just know things like what'll happen in this chapter might continue.

"CLASS 3-E!?" My mother growled at me as she crumpled up the letter from the school. "My whole life, I did everything for you, and this is what I get in return!?" I bite my lip to stop myself from talking back. She did "everything" for me? If being beaten everyday, scars everywhere, is something, then hell, she did more than "everything".

"Ungrateful brat!" Mother bashes my head into the concrete floor again... I was so sick of it... I remembered the last time I tried getting help... Or, other times, to be exact..

Mother lifts me from the ground by the collar of my shirt, her smile belonging to a maniac. "Tomorrow, school starts." She throws me against the wall. Blood drips down my forehead. "Try anything funny, and I'll punish you." She walks out the door...

Monster...

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"Y/N L/N." "Is she daydreaming?" "She always does this..." "Y/N L/N!" I blink. "U-Uh, h-here!" I respond. I was daydreaming yet again... Well, not exactly 'dreaming'... "You alright, L/N?" Koro Sensei asks me. "Yes, and for the last time, call me by my first name please." I sigh, wiping sweat from my forehead.

He hesitates, but nods. "Alright. But remember this, Y/N. If something's bothering you, don't let it bottle up inside you. Tell your friends if you don't feel alright." I just nod, my gaze wandering outside. Koro Sensei tells me that everyday. Don't get me wrong, it's great advice, but it's not helpful if your mother is as good at manipulating as the principal is...

Someone touches me. Instinctively, I punch their face. Wait a minute... "Hey, we have to kill Koro Sensei, not each other." "Haha, sorry..." I nervously apologize as I rub the back of my neck. Terasaka was just touching my shoulder. "It's fine... But I have to ask you something." He points to my gun. "How come you've never tried to kill Koro Sensei?" At this point, everyone was listening to our conversation. Even Koro Sensei was listening.

Just great...

    "To be honest, I have no intention of killing him.." I reply, expecting everyone to be up in my face, asking why I decided to stay in 3-E. Luckily, everyone seemed satisfied with my answer, and everyone got back to the lesson. I sighed. What I said was true, I didn't want to kill our teacher. He taught us valuable life lessons. But...

    I have to.