TW: Panic attack?

(Set in the future)

Run, that's all it was telling me to do. I could hear the sirens in the distance. I would always wonder what they were chasing. Until yesterday, I went further than before. Me. They were chasing me.

At first I was scared but now, I love it. The adrenaline. The chase. Maybe that's why I do what I do. It's not for pleasure but the chase. When I dont think about running, I think about what happens before. I realized I cant. It's blurry, like a fog stopping me from seeing.

All I know is that there is a house near the beach. I have to get there. I need to make sure.

There, I see it. My home, I need to run faster. The sirens are closer. I reach the door and throw it open.

Nothing? Why is there nothing here? No, this cant happen. Where is my family? I search and I search.

Each room. Empty.

There's a door at the end of the hallway. It's closed. I walk towards it. The doors locked. I know I need to get in. I kicked it. It wont open. Do it again. Again. Again. Again. I hear shouting coming from outside. I tried one last time, putting all of my weight into the kick.

It breaks, I fall. It's open now at least, I realized my feet hurt, I ignore it for now. Its just a bathroom. Theres nothing in here. They really are-

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I turn towards the sink. The mirror shows me someone new. Scratches covering their arms and face. Their eyes dark. They were exhausted, I realized. Hospital gown. Why are they wearing a hospital gown. Hair, it familiar, like Ive seen it before.

Pain registers into my brain. I look down and see my feet governed in dirt and wood splinters- probably from the door- blood covered a part of my leg.

Open stitches.

I hear footsteps running around the house. Someones in the doorway. They look sad? Why? I look back at the person in the mirror, I know, I know them. Me. I stare at myself and I look like a mess. Someone's talking to me but I cant hear them right.

I need air. Now. NOW. What happened to me? Are they safe?

It hurts. It all hurts.

"-the. Breathe. Hold it in, let it out."

Im trying. I just cant. It hurts.

"-okay, You are okay. We need to get him back to the hospital."

The last part wasn't directed to me. The pain in my chest hurts.

"Let it out, it's okay. Scream, cry. Just let it out-"

That triggered it. A sob, the pain just goes out. I remember hearing a scream, might have been me. Tears rolled down my face.

Arms. The person with me puts their arms around me. A hug. I quickly grab onto their shirt and hold it tightly. They cant go. Please stay.

"You're okay, let's get you back and treat those injuries. You're okay, sleep. You need it. Well protect you."

Dad, I thought. Dads here. I can sleep now. I feel my eyes close. Im okay. Im scared, but I am protected.

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"Where did you find him?"

"In the bathroom, he was looking in the mirror."

"Aizawa, are you okay?"

Said man looked up from the boy he was carrying.

"No. He- We all lost too much. Hes scared. They all are, All MIght."

All Might looks down to the boy in Aizawas arms.

"I know..."

"...Im going to take Hitoshi back to the hospital. Bye Yagi."

As the black haired hero leaves the beach, his student, no son, Hitoshi looks so peaceful sleeping.

A tear slides down his face, as he remembers why Hitoshi came to the beach in the first place.

They all lost too much.

Looking behind him, Aizawa sees the first home for his kid. Abandoned. Empty. Lonely.

He walks to the car, slides Hitoshi into the back seat, seatbelt on. Enters the car himself and just sits. Taking a breath, he turns the car on and heads to the hospital.

Author's Note: Remember Short Stories happen every 4 official chapters. Each one is apart of the story in one way or another. May it be from the future, past or even the present. Each story helps move the story reach its end.