It was the next day and I was still fast asleep. I didn't dream anything that night. It was just pure darkness, a bliss for me that I hoped to achieve one day. Not hearing the door open or someone coming in, I was still sleeping peacefully not moving from the corner. Then all of the sudden I was woken up rather rudely and unexpected.

And there goes my sleep...

When waking someone up I would think they would yell at me or throw things at me, heavy things or even hit me until I wake up. However, what I didn't expect was someone throwing a bucket full of ice water at me.

Looks like someone here has an ice quirk.

The coldness woke me up. I didn't react to it nor scream at the sudden wetness and coldness of the water.

This feels good. It is soothing my pain pretty good.

Me (whispering) Thank you...

I feel like this shouldn't feel so good and was intended to harm me.

Well I don't care! It feels good for me!

Caren: Took you long enough to wake up mutt! Go and do your job or no food for you today!

Is it already that time? I was hoping to get a little more sleep.

Guess I should better hurry.

She then looked at me as I was slowly getting up.

I wish I could hurry but Bakugos injuries are a pain in the ass and hindering my every movement, even restricted them. Never should have angered or talk back at him.

Caren: What are you standing there for? GO!

I looked at her and I was still not moving very quickly. My injuries are getting to me. She didn't liked seeing that one bit. She came closer to me and then slapped me with enough force that send me flying towards the ground. My eyes were wide open looking at the floor.

My mother never slapped me nor did anyone else. It was my first time receiving a slap in the face.

Caren: You ingrate worthless piece of shit! I am gonna say this one more time! GET MOVING!

Me: I am sorry!

I am sorry I can't go any faster.

I am sorry to bother you.

I am sorry to be so useless.

I tried to stand up but my legs gave up and I fell down. My new caretaker didn't like that either.

Caren: GOD you're more than useless!

I know...

She looked at me and kicked me into the stomach while I was on the ground struggling to stand up.

Me:*Cough*

I caught up blood as my broken rib was still making me problems. Trying to get up again and failing miserably at it, my caretaker turned around and stomped out of the basement.

Caren: No food for you today!

I wasn't hungry anyways...

Taking out my phone I saw that it was 4 a.m. and I decided to go to the bridge that I saw when my grandmother brought me here. As I recall it correctly, it shouldn't be too far away.

I can do this. One last walk before I die.

It took me another 13 tries to actually stand up and I had an iron taste in my mouth. My breathing wasn't steady at all and it hurt to say the least.

Limping outside and making my way to the bridge, I slowly managed to sit at the edge of the side of the bridge. It wasn't an easy task to hop on the wall of the bridge that prevent people from falling down. One and a half meter was the high and with my rib, it was nearly impossible but I managed to do it somehow. In the end I knew by doing this stunt my rib wasn't scratching my lung anymore, no, it pierced right threw.

Suffocating because if my own blood.

Guess this is also a good way to die.

I was sitting there and watched the sunrise and its reflection on the river surface.

What a beautiful sight.

I would like to die here.

This is so beautiful and peaceful.

I was about to jump and let myself fall into the water when I heard a sigh behind me.

Eraserhead: Kid, I am sure we can figure something out! You don't have to do this.

I never really put on a clean set of clothes meaning that he could see the blood from my coughing on me, the wounds on my arm, the bloody bandages and the bruises where my skin was showing.

Me: *Sigh*

Life really does hate me!

Why is it always you finding me this way?

I turned around as I knew that he didn't recognize me as the sun was behind be shining in his eyes making it hard to make out any details of the other person standing there. I did't need to turn around. I already knew who he was by just hearing his voice.

I turned around facing him. The moment he realized it was me his eyes widen. I was giving him a smile.

Me: Good morning, Sir. *cough**cough**cough*

I broke out into a coughing fit, I also tried to hide the blood that I was coughing up.

Eraserhead: What happened Midoriya?

I looked away and turned around staring at the sun rising.

Me: Does that really matter?

My respond was shaky with some gasp of air in between. It was becoming hard to breathe the more I was talking to him. In fact, it was getting harder by every second.

Now, it won't take long anymore and I will be free.

Eraserhead took a step towards me and I moved closer to the edge. I could hear him faintly getting closer. I wasn't dumb I knew that he could bring me to UA's famous healer, Recovery Girl. That would mean an extra life for me if this were some sort of sick game.

Eraserhead: Midoriya don't move any further!

It sounded more pleading.

Me: I am sorry for bothering you!

Eraserhead: What are you talking about kid?

Another step toward me.

Another inch closer to the edge.

Me: I am sorry for everything!

Eraserhead: Midoriya, you are not making any sense...

Another step and another inch taken.

Me: I am sorry for existing!

Then I jumped.

Free fall was beautiful and although I knew that he would save me from a dive in the probably cold water, I was also aware of the fact how many fractured rips I had and that only one was piercing my lung.

And as expected I felt something wrap around me and felt the hard tuck that came with it. It was enough force to break more rips.

How ironic. The man trying to save me is also the reason I will die.

Please don't blame yourself for it.

It was my choice and you couldn't have known it!

Blood was dripping down out of my mouth and my breathing hitched and increased in speed. It was shaky now and black dots were covering my view. My lungs were desperately trying to get air but instead they were filling themselves with blood.

My lung finally was collapsing and it was painful to breathe.

If I could have chosen my death then I would prefer something that doesn't hurt.

I am happy I could see the sunrise one last time. Although I would prefer the sun set more.

Then I welcomed the darkness and offered myself to it willingly, while the hero was pulling me up to him.