I was teleported away, preparing myself to reap more souls. I wished that the universe would give me a break, but why would it?

I found myself standing face to face with a brown haired girl, trapped under rubble. She was bleeding from the head, and seemed to have been stomped on by a large robot. She was about the same age as I was when I had died.

She's too young to die. I can revive her.

She was looking up at me, fear evident in her eyes. I can understand why. I took a step towards the girl.

"You're here to take me aren't you.. I'll never get to be a hero" she murmered, although her words where slushed together. I shook my head, and kneeled in front of her. "Don't worry, your time hasn't come just yet. You'll live, I'll make sure of it" I said, my voice cracking ever so slightly.

She looked at me, clearly confused. "you.. what?"

"I'm gonna revive you, alright?" I said, grabbing ahold of her glowing soul. I pushed it back into her body, holding it there, as I crushed the rubble with my scythe.

She seemed unnerved by the blood that covered it's blade. I can't really blame her, I'd be terrified if I saw my scythe while I was still alive.

I continued to hold her soul withen her body, waiting for the woman who I recognized as Recovery Girl to come over in our direction.

She ran over the second she noticed the state this girl was in. Recovery Girl kissed her, causing her wounds to heal up with a warm green glow. The girl fell unconsious, and her soul seeled inside her body, signifying that she was no longer on the brink of death.

I smiled sadly as the realization dawned upon me. This girl had just taken the UA entrance exams.

These people would be obtaining a dream that I never could.

Tears streamed down my cheeks at the thought. It was selfish of me, really, still holding onto such a silly dream, even after being dead for ten months. But I just couldn't stop myself from being jealous of them.

Heh. How pitiful. Even as a reaper, a bringer of death, I can't let go of an unobtainable dream. I'm really pathetic...

I wiped the tears from my face, as I was pulled away from the scene.

I wish I could just go home...

----

I stared at the door in front of me nervously. The door to the apartment that mom and I used to live in. I pulled my hood down, allowing my green hair to show and removing the shadow it cast on my face. If Mom could see me, I didn't want to scare her. I drifted through the door, and glanced around. It was eerily quiet, and all the old furnature had been removed, along with all the pictures that used to hang on the wall. I remember most of the pictures, they were happy pictures, a few were from back before Dad left to work overseas.

They were replaced with new furnature, and new photos with people I didn't recognize.

A different family.

Someone else lived here now.

Mom was gone.

This place isn't home anymore...

But then... where is home?

Where did Mom go?

Why would she leave?

Did she get sick of being reminded of me? Sick of being reminded of how useless I am?

I would've been sick of being reminded of me...

But... She's my mom! She loves me! She cares about me!

....Right?

I heard no answers as thoughts circled through my head like a carousel that went on forever way too fast to possibly be safe.

(A/N, I may or may not have Carousel stuck in my head-)

I pulled my hood up again as I felt tears begin to brim my eyes. I hate the creepy shadow it casts over my face, but it hides my never ending tears from the world.

What if she hated me...

What if she wished I was dead, just as everyone else did?

Don't think like that!! You saw how crushed she was at your funeral!

Why, why, why, why, why

Why can't I wake up from this stupid nightmare!!

It's not a nightmare.... This is reality..

Why couldn't reality have been a bit nicer?

Why can't I be a hero, no matter what I do?

I just want to help...

Why can't I help anyone.....

Why did I get stuck as some useless, worthless, Deku?

Stupid.

Worthless.

Deku.

Go die.

Never amount to anything.

Unloved

Hero wannabe

Freak

Stop it.

Please, stop it.

I'm already dead, what else can you possibly want?!

I clutched my ears, trying to get the deafening voices of former classmates to stop echoing in my head.

----

Ochaco stared at the scene.

The reaper who she had seen during the entrance exams, was curled up in a ball on the floor of her apartment, covering it's ears as if it could hear something horrid that she couldn't.

Rigid sobs could be heard, escaping it's unseen mouth. It's glowing green eyes were shut.

She took a step towards it, causing it to look up in an instant.

"I-I'm so s-sorry, I-I d-didn't mean t-to d-disturb you... I-I th-thought someone e-else l-lived here, i-is all.. I-I sh-should get g-going, now.." it studdered out, it's voice had a sad tone to it, but it was clearly trying to hide that fact.

It stood up, but Ochaco put her hand on it's shoulder, causing for it to pause. "What's wrong? You seem upset about something" she said, regreting her decision when it's soul piercing eyes turned to look at her.

"N-nothing's w-wrong, wh-why would i-it matter to y-you anyway?" it sounded tired of.. something.

"Well, you were just sobbing in the middle of my apartment, so that's clearly a lie" Ochaco said, trying to hide the fear in her voice.

It looked down, as if it were guilty of something, "o-oh, I w-was, wasn't I-I... s-sorry about th-that, an-and so-sorry for sc-scaring you.. a-and, I-I'm f-fine now, I-I just h-had some bad m-memories come u-up, is all.."

That seemed like the truth. She nodded slowly, and then it just dissappeared, without a trace.

As if the reaper was never there.

Wait.. what kind of bad memories could a reaper possibly have? And why would they be brought up so suddenly by my appartment?

A/N

So! People don't really know that reapers are actually ghosts. That's why Uraraka refered to Izuku as 'it', and why she was confused by the fact that a reaper could have a bad memory.

Hope that makes sense.