“What is depression like? It’s like drowning, except everyone around you is breathing.”

Third Person's POV:

⚠WARNING⚠
The following chapter will be triggering. Please read with caution.

Drip. Drop.

Drip. Drop.

He could see and hear the blood dripping down from his arms and onto the white tiled floor.

The feeling of the sting from the cuts felt good. It was grounding.

Drip. Drop.

For some reason, the way the blood ran down his arms always caught his interest. It was hypnotizing in a sense.

Drip. Drop.

Drip. Drop.

He's mad at himself.

He promised his family he won't cut again. He promised them that he would tell them if he had the urges.

Yet, here he is, with the blood running down his arms.

Drip. Drop.

Drip. Drop.

But he knows what had led him to cut again.

He had accidentally heard the conversation between Hitoshi and Kaminari.

"My parents had died when I was young and I was placed into a foster system. It wasn't long before someone adopted me."

Drip. Drop.

"When I was 13, something happened to their business because they went broke. They came home late one day and started blaming me."

Drip. Drop.

"That was when the abuse started. When I was 14, my adoptive father raped me for the first time."

Drip. Drop.

"When you confessed I was raped again the night before. The morning I was overwhelmed and scared and that's why I called you what I did."

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

"You don't deserve this apology."

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

"You deserve what happened to you. I won't apologize to somebody for something they got that they deserved."

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

Oh-

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

He-

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

He had cut from his elbow to his wrist.

On both sides without realizing.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

He was dizzy-, from the blood loss no doubt.

He takes out his hearing aids, just wanting to be in complete silence.

He hates himself.

He was a bad person. Just as good as a villain.

He didn't deserve to live and he should be jumped off that roof when he had a chance.

He falls down from his sitting position onto his side, no longer able to stay upright even with the support of the wall behind him.

He can see the blurry view of the blood rapidly flowing from his arms, surrounding him.

His breathing started to slow down and back spots started to appear in his vision.

Just before he closes them, he saw the bathroom door opening and then he closes his eyes.

When he opens them again, it's to somebody- wait no, dad - was shaking him.

He saw the black hair and worried expression on his normally stoic face.

He was saying something but he couldn't hear anything.

Before everything goes black, he says something. Not knowing if someone heard him.

"I don't want to drown anymore. I want to breathe. I just want it all to stop."

That was when he closed his eyes and they didn't open again.

Aizawa knew someone had already called emergency services, but he wished they would hurry up.

Regardless of what Izuku thinks, everyone had heard what he had said.

And it had broken all of their hearts.

Just-, please be okay, Izuku.

Please live.

Okay!

So after posting that chapter I got the idea for this one and I was scared I would forget so I wrote it.

It's not as long as the previous one but this is what you get. Sorry.

Enjoy your night/day.

~CrazyDemon