Bakugou's POV:

                                                                            Worthless

                                                                                  "1"

                                                                               Mistake

                                                                                   "2"

                                                                             Free-loader

                                                                                    "3"

                                                                                   Idiot

                                                                                    "4"

                                                                     Useless Piece Of Trash

                                                                                     "5"

                                                                                   Faggot

                                                                                      "6"

                                                       NO ONE LOVES YOU, JUST DIE ALREADY

                                                                          "7,8,9,10,11,12,13"

Cut's were littered all over my disgusting body. The voices in my head told me to continue marking my skin. Blood seeped down my arms and onto the carpet. I am a mess.

I quietly shift my position, so the knife was touching my, already, patchworked thighs. Tears streamed down my face as the blade found different patches of skin to carve into. Deep down, I felt this wasn't the right way to relieve the anxiety I felt at that moment. 

My eyes trail down to the floor there were fresh pools of blood sinking into the carpet and staining it. I lay down the knife, and reached for the gauze and rubbing alcohol in the open first-aid kit. I poured the rubbing alcohol onto a damp cloth, and cleaned the blood off my arms and thighs. I wrap them in gauze and then take care of the blood-stained carpet. After this morning, I don't feel like doing much. I turn on some Panic! At the Disco tunes, and flop on my bed. Waiting for a nightmare fuelled sleep to engulf me...

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love, Depresso