Hello again everyone!  So this is going to be a really depressing chapter.  I'll put in trigger warnings when necessary. 

-MyComputersDead

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Two Days Later

10:45p.m.  Aizawa Residence

Izuku lay awake in his bed, just staring at the blank, white cieling above him.  So many thoughts raced through his mind.  He should be a happy kid right?  To everyone else, he was.  They had no idea that on the inside he was crumbling to pieces.  He hardly ever smiled genuinely.  Even though he told his fathers that the nightmares had stoppes, the worsened. 
Almost every night he would hear his mother's desperate screams.  He would be chased and burned alive by the wreched blue flames.  He was haunted by them.  All he could do was sob into his knees, covering his mouth as to not wake his slumbering fathers. 
He was now terrified by even the thought of sleep.  Izuku got up and went to the bathroom.  He looked in the mirror at himself, seeing his long hair, which now reached his shoulders, seeing his darkened under-eyes, seeing all of his imperfections.
*Trigger warning*
He rolled up his sleeves to see about a hundred more little imperfections in the form of long thin lines.  Some of them were old and white, others were scabbed over, but many were fresh and still open wounds. 
Izuku opened up the door to the cabinet under the sink.  Slowly he reached toward the top of it until he felt the cool metal of his razor.  He pulled it out and peeled the tape that connected it to the cabinet off.  Looking at the razor, he contemplated weather he wanted to do this again or not.  He didn't really have a reason to, but his anxiety was bubbling up inside of him.  He knew that the only way to release it was to cut, so he did. 
1...
4...
17...
22...
31
He looked down at his arm, which was now covered with new red lines, each one secreting the bright red liquid that seemed to calm his nerves.  After replacing his blade in it's hiding spot he rinsed his arm and rolled his sleeve back down. 
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When he got back to his room he collapsed onto his bed.  Picking up his phone, he saw a new text from Hitoshi. 
HS~ Hitoshi
IA~ Izuku

HS~ Hey
10:57p.m.
IA~ Hi
HS~ Oh, I din't expect you to respond!
IA~ If you werent expecting a response then why did you say anything in the first place?
HS~ Idk
HS~ Are you ok?  you seem a little tense
IA~ Yea im fine
HS~ Are you sure?
IA~ No...
HS~ Whats wrong?
10:58p.m.
HS~ Izuku?
11:00p.m.

Izuku had put his phone down, not wanting to explain everything that was going on to Hitoshi.  He was afraid that Hitoshi would stop talking to him, or think that he was crazy or something.  Before Izuku could worry anymore his phone started vibrating.  He picked it up only to see that Hitoshi was now attempting to video call him. 
Reluctantly, Izuku hit the green circle to answer the call.  He was greeted by the worried face of his friend. 
"Izuku, why won't you answer my question?"
"I-I just d-don't wnat to t-t-tell you"  It was getting harder and harder for him to supress his tears. 
"Izu... I'm always here for you, ok?"
"Ye-yeah."
"Hey Hitoshi..."
"What?"
"I did somthing really stupid..."  Izuku wasn't able to hold his tears back any longer. 
"Hey, hey.  Calm down.  Whatever you did, I'm sure it can't be that bad.  Why don't you just tell me what happened?  It might make you feel better."  Hitoshi was now more concerned than ever.  Never in his wildest dreams could he picture this sweet boy so shattered. 
*Trigger warning*
"I-I-I c-cut myself... a lot," he said before he was interrupted by another huge sob.
"Y-you what?"  Hitoshi's face went from concerned to sad and confused. 
"I c-cut my w-wris-sts.  I c-couldn't help i-it.  It f-felt like I h-had t-to.  Ev-everything just h-hurts s-so much."
"Izuku... why?"  Hitoshi was now holding back tears of his own.  Even though the question was directed at the other boy, he was really asking himself.  Why hadn't he picked up on this?  Why couldn't he have helped before it got this bad?
"Wh-hen I was l-little m-my mom d-d-d-died in a f-fire.  I c-couldn't s-save her.  I ha-have nightmares about i-it e-every n-night.  I-I'm un-under so much s-stress.  I-it feels like I c-can't do a-a-anything to h-help m-myself.  I-I feel so w-weak."
"Izuku..." Tears now fell freely from Hitoshi's eyes.  Izuku, his Izuku, was going through all of this alone. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"B-because I d-didn't want y-y-you to h-hate me or t-think I'm c-crazy," he choked out between sobs. 
"I could never hate you, and I don't think you're crazy.  I want to help you.  I want to make sure you get better, but you have to tell your parents-"
"NO!"  Izuku interrupted Hitoshi before he could finish his sentence.  "P-p-please do-don't make me t-tell th-th-them!"
"Ok, ok.  Come on, please calm down.  If you don't want to, you don't have to tell them just yet," Hitoshi said in an effort to calm Izuku down.  It worked suprisingly well. 
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The pair ended up staying on the phone until Izuku fell asleep, tears still staining his cheeks. 
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Agh, sorry for the sad chapter.  I hape it wasn't too bad.  I've had a general idea for this chapter for a while so I figured it was about time to write it. 

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