It was pointless, I couldn't get a hit on him. I threw fists or fire, kicks, punches, everything. But he seemed to just graze my skin before slipping away. It made me mad.

"You can't hit me Y/n. This is my quirk, you won't win."
I scream out in rage, teeth beared as my knuckles coated the earth with blood. I missed his face again and sliced my fists open on the rocky ground.

"Oops let me put some band aids on my daughters hand, don't want her hurting."
He mocked, holding a hand out.

I grab onto it before swing him over my head and into the ground, I have no idea how I threw a full grown man over my shoulder but I did. I fly down before spamming my fist repeatedly onto his face.

I pull back a blood thirsty look on my face, but there was nothing there. It wasn't him- It was.. Yaoyorozu.
Her face was smashed up, Blood decorating my thighs and fists, dripping onto the ground beneath us.

I reel back in horror, my eyes shaking as the red seemed to taunt me. I stared down at her motionless body before everything seemed to start spinning. With swift movements I reach up and pull at my hair, my head spinning wildly.
I cry out in pain as the blood proceeded to burn, before melting away into my fathers flames.

I crawl away on my hands and knees, dirt mixing into my open wounds. But the fire caught up to me, dragging me back into its blood hungry red hands. I flip myself only to find Yaoyorozus body held up by the fire, her skin burning away. I gag as bile rises to my throat, my mind seems to go blank as I watch her get burnt.

"Watch as you destroy a life that didn't deserve to be ended."
His voice rings out, before the red fades into the beautiful blue i've come to love. A strangled scream leaves my mouth as the blue curls around her throat before....

Every single cell in my body tensed as her body crashed into the ground before the head of my classmate came tumbling towards me, it stops right at my feet her lifeless eyes staring into my soul. My heart twists and sinks as tears run down my cheeks, Blood pooled around my bare feet. The liquid painting my skin before soaking hers to the bone. Her usually shiny black hair was half burnt and crooked. Pieces missing and her scalp red with past irritation. What had I done. I tried to breath normally but every time I blinked it was like I could see through my eyelids. The picture had been drawn vividly in my mind, raking through every single fibre of memory that lay in my head. I couldn't look away if I tried, this would haunt me for the rest of my life and I knew it. My flames had taken a life. Something I promised to never happen. So why? Why couldn't I've controlled it at the last minute, stopping me from killing her. I said i'd paint the ground with my fathers blood not hers.

Oh god. I just want this to end.

And it did, It was all an illusion.

Third Person PoV

It had been some time now. Y/n had been saved and her classmates had escaped with her, they carried the hallow shell of a person away as the battle raged on destroying the current symbol of peace which shocked the nation. But no one bat and eye at the girl that sat in silence, her cold eyes staring blankly at the ground. No one knew what had gone down, but they didn't bother to care.

Truth be told that was all in her head, Her classmates did care. They surrounded her, asking numerous questions all regarding her health. But all she did was sit there, nothing fixing the shattered girl in front of them.

Everyone tried, they truely did but it was no use. She was too far in her head.

And during this time of confusion for them, The cause of the problem got put behind metal bars. But he knew what he did would scar her mentally and physically for the rest of her life, he would always be there in the back of her mind. Lurking just waiting for the poor girl to snap and break..

he created a monster.

Y/n's PoV

Everything was numb, my body, fingers, palms, legs, toes... my mind. The sound of my crackling flames danced around my head, the sound of her body hitting the floor. Everything.   It was fuzzy. The world around me I mean. The figures that seemed to float around, the voices. Maybe those are made up too. Are they real? God if I know. I pray they're real. Maybe I'm going crazy. I probably am. Won't be surprised though.

"y......... he.......... o....... ar......"
What are they trying to say? Are they going to ask what happened? I don't want to talk about that. It hurt too much. Does it still hurt. I don't know. Maybe I'm- Am I crying?... Why? Why am I crying-

I jolt as a hand cups my face, I reel back in fear of my flames going out of control. I could-... hurt someone again.
"D-dont touch me!!"
I cry out, slapping the hands away. I curl up in a protective ball as everything starts spinning again, It wasn't peaceful like before. It was hurting me.

"God- PLEASE MAKE IT stop... please make it stop."
My throat stings as I put pressure on my already shredded vocal cords, everything was hurting again. Please make it stop.