I'm Tired - Labrinth

#— WARNINGS: Topics mentioned in this chapter include vomiting, nightmares, past child molestation, and triggers from being crowded (boys mostly). If you're not comfortable DO NOT READ!

Another nightmare. It's different from the others. Where you would be completely alone in a dark closed space—like a glass box with a spotlight shining down on you and your screams of fear echoed. Or where you were inquisition for your beloved son. Condemned by an invisible wall, you were kept away from your child who is crying out for you. His cries and your pleas were all you heard. The moment you would have him in your arms, he would disappear into particles. The particles revealed a gun aimed at your head. A gunshot between your eyes would wake you up. It's a trick into believing the hell was over—and seconds later you find yourself in another nightmare.

This time you're back in your childhood home, relieving the memories of your thirteen year old self. It's the little things that trigger your mother. She despised your existence and yet she fought so hard for custody. Knowing that much made you a little happy. In the house, she owned a dog. You would play with him every day. You would feed him, clean him, and watch him until he eventually ran away, leaving you alone. 

"You're so fucking useless—god, just leave me the fuck alone!" Your mother growled, pushing you away. All you did was hug her, hoping she would hug you back like a loving mother. She didn't and left you sitting there on the tiled floor of your kitchen. 

Suddenly you're dressed up unlike your mother—drunk and unbothered. Her boyfriend was coming over and you didn't like him. He's weird, asking your mother about you all the time. The moment you're in the room, he grabs you by the shoulders, complimenting you and your 'adorable face'. The overwhelming scent of bad decisions lingers around you, polluting the air.

"I'm a little uncomfortable," You admit, trying to shoulder off his hands. Keeping your gaze glued to the table, your hands clench into a fist and your lip quivered. 

"Now M/n, I didn't know your daughter had a mouth on her," The man spoke in your ear, turning your face, cheeks squashed together to look at your mother. With pleading eyes, you see your mother looking up from her magazine. 

"Stop being so rude to our guest, y/n!" Your mother reprimands you. Tears stream down your cheeks, feeling your mother's boyfriend kiss your left cheek. Your heart stopped and your eyes shut tightly. From then on, you felt that everything that happened to you in that house was all your fault and you deserved it. You are worthless and a bad person.

When you look in the mirror, you see your thirteen year old self. Your eye has a bruise, nose and lip bloody. You hated that image, tears riding down your face as you screamed at the mirror until it shattered. That's the last image you see and your torment ended when you shut your eyes.

You shot up in cold sweat, covering your mouth immediately. Slipping off your bed, you grabbed onto the trash bin that always sat beside your bed. You held your head over it, hurling your guts into the bin. You choked out a sob and coughed out what had been left in your throat. Pulling away, you wiped your drooling mouth as the tears from your eyes fell onto your lap. The smell of vomit made your stomach churn but the nightmare had you shaking from head to toe. Curling into a ball, you fought the urge to wail and hid your face in your knees to cry on the cold hard floor. For the rest of that night, you stayed up and refused to go back to sleep. 

The minute you felt sleepy, you splash your face with cold water and pace back and forth in your room. This continued for as long as needed and by the time you walked out, daybreak hits your face. You steal your son out of your father's room and bathed him. While your son was a happy chappy, you were in a very bad mood. Too tired and upset, you thought that studying on the common floor would put you at ease for a while. Seated on one of the tables, you had your books set up and put Kazu in his high chair. Occupied by a toy and chopped up fruit, you were sure that Kazuko was fine to a tee.

That was before you fell asleep on a chapter explaining bone marrow and tissue. Breathing softly, your ears didn't pick up Izuku, followed by Iida, Kaminari, and lastly Todoroki approaching your table. They noticed you squirming in your sleep, haunted by nightmares once again. The four boys see Kazuko beginning to whine. Shaking you by your shoulder made you stir in your sleep along with soft whispers of your name. Nose twitching, your eyes open to a blurry vision in front of you. Seeing four figures had you mistook reality for the past. 

A little scream escaped your lips. Eyes widen, body flinching causing you to fall out of your seat. Crawling back hastily, your back hits the wall. "P-please don't touch me,"

"W-wait y/n-san. We're not gonna hurt you," Izuku tries to assure you but you let out another scream. At the same time, Aizawa runs into the room after hearing your screams. He sees you breaking down, covering your face and Kazuko weeping. He rushed to your side, brushing your hair out of your face. 

"Dad-" Fat tears, rolled down your cheeks. You threw yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck.  Your cries are muffled in Aizawa's shirt, fingers clinging to the fabric on the back. 

"It's okay sweetheart, I got you. I'm right here," He tells you, hugging you closer and rubbing your back. "Breathe y/n. Take a deep breath. Shh, you're okay," 

"I-i want it to stop Dad!" You cried into your father's shoulder. "I want all of this to stop!"

Not wanting his students to witness you crying any longer, he slides his arm under your knees and the other behind your back. He picked you up off the floor and carried you away. Meanwhile, someone had clipped Kazuko out of his seat. Bakugou calmed the baby down, watching Aizawa walk towards your bedroom. Looking back and forth between you and Kazuko, he remembers what Aizawa said the night before.

"Be patient with her. She's been through a lot, understood?"

He glanced over his shoulder, seeing Izuku pick up your seat and Todoroki cleaning up your books. Kaminari is confused and concerned whilst Kirishima checks on him.

"Is little Aizawa okay, Bakugou?" Asked Iida, referring to Kazuko. 

"Obviously not, four-eyes! He just witnessed his mother having a panic attack," Bakugou answered, feeling Kazuko shift in his arms. Kazuko sniffled as Bakugou rubbed Kazu's back. "He'll be fine in a few minutes,"  

as you can see I chose to make this story very dark but you already know that ;)