Dreaming up Nightmares

(A/N; Hello! this probably isn't up till like December but oh well, I hope you're all having a good day. WI'm shocked you guys like this but I won't judge, I find it funny that you guys like it so much I get more notifications on this book then on the other books I read. Anyways on to the story! Also, stay safe out there! GenZ I'm looking at you!)

(TW: This covers topics like abu$e, Blood and trauma if you get triggered by it or feel unsafe please don't read this chapter.)

(A/N; I mean this in no offense to anyone who has ever had something like this happen to them. If you had something like this happen to you I want you to know that you are loved and valid, and you are so strong. If you don't want to read this chapter I'll do a recap in the begining of the next one if you'd like. If you'd like me to make a less graphic version just message me or leave a comment, I'd be happy to do it for you guys! Please, just let me know. )

Dreams

Man, walking through this empty space for hours on end is so boring. Sometimes I hear parts of what whoever's in the room talking about, but that's not offten.

Thoughts

Man, this is so boring. Walking around day after day, sometimes I feel like I was going to wake up but never did. From what I heard I'd been sleeping for about a month, sometimes I heard screaming, I don't know where it's from but I search for it sometimes. But never saw or found everything, sometimes it was louder than other times.

???: When will she wake up?

Recovery Girl: I don't know, the hit she took from that rock cracked her skull. The internal bleeding has healed but the damage is still imense. the scars and the brusing, we need to know more about it to study them! We need more tim-

Dream

???:Please STOP!!! IT HURTS! PLEASE!!

The screaming and crying was so loud I got dizzy, I looked over my shoulder at a small white patch in this endless abyss. I walked over only to have regret wash over me, my eyes widened and I felt like vomiting. The scene in front of me playing on repeat, my father.... Mom too.... They we-were... Beating me, again. My cries for them to stop going unansweared, blood splatting everywhere. My father's claws digging deep into my back, and my mom's white rays slapping my around like doll. I could remember this even I was 3 and a half years old, and before I ran away.... Before I left Suki.... I missed them, I missed the rough training with Sho, reading and learning with Momo, playing with Tenya, Izu and Suki.... I missed them all, I came back to my senses when I heard a large SMACK.

My so called mother and thrown me down and most likely broke my back, my father looked like he'd already broke my jaw. My face was decimated big bloody patches of blood, dry and new, I looked as though I had been maulled by a bear. Or worse...I was sobbing and begging for it to stop, I had blood all over my left eye and scratch marks on my chin, My back was ripped apart and had long scaring that had opened up again. My arms weren't much better with blood flowing down and bruses all along my elbows and knees. My hands had old rag like bandages around them, my knees were torn apart and burn markings down the legs looked like vines. My stomach was brused and burned. and my (h/c) was charred slightly.

I want to wake up! please, this is a nightmare! LET ME OUT!!! I don't want this anymore! I'd rather face punishment for my actions, hell I'd agree to anything if asking as I never saw them again. It hurts, it hurts so much... Was it my fault? Was it because I was weak.... Please, save me from this nightmare.....

Father: "YOU USELESS TWAT"

Mother: "YOU'RE SUCH AN EMBERRESMENT TO OUR NAME"

It never stopped... This would go on for hours, and no one would hear my calls for help, not like they'd believe me either.... I covered my ears and rolled up on the floor, and just like into the memory. I was begging for it to stop so I didn't have to feel the pain anymore so I didn't have to feel so empty.. Like it was my fault, like I wasn't strong enough...My I could feel the pain and they beet the younger me, the me that was useless, the me that hadn't lost hope....

All heros have masks, the one they have while in the public, and the one behind closed doors. take Shota for example, His hero self seems so serious and secretive. But he's actually someone who loves cats and is just sleepy, he loves his husband Hizashi and is offten content when he's not taking care of the chaotic mess that is class 1A. I find it weird everyone's so oblivious to the masks heros wear, because you can see their true selfs in their sickicks eyes. They offten show nervousness or respect, scared and happy. It's clear to me but maybe that's cause they hide it well, behind those smiles and kind words was someone who wanted to let their feelings out. But since "heros" have to be strong they're forced to hide themselves away from public eyes.

Father: "PIECE OF SHIT"

My father's word broke me from my daze and I focus back on the scene at play.

Mother; "CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING?!"

No, I'm too weak....

Father: "BE A GOOD CHILD FOR ONCE AND GO DIE!!"

(Please don't so this, is you're feeling $ui$idle please get help, I want you to know I care about you and that you matter and are loved)

He slammed 3 and a half year old my hard, again....

Wh-Why did they hate me? I was a good person, I-I had a good q-quirk and good grades for my age. L-lots of friends, and always nice, what was I missing? Was it something I couldn't see, sure my quirks drawbacks were a bit extreme but I was a good k-kid. I h-had a g-good grasp of my quirk- I-I.... I don't know what went wrong...

I feel myself start to cry, it quickly turned to sobbing and I curled up once more into a ball of sadness and pain. It hurt, the pain I felt was bad I couldn't sleep, I saw a light flicker and painfully opened my eyes to look. A white line of glinting light shine through the shadows and darkness, as it slowly got bigger that the voices out side more clear I whispered.

Y/N: "thank you..."

I was finally waking up....

(A/N: Sorry if this is out later or early, cause I don't know where you live. I hope you enjoyed it and again. If you'd like me to make a less graphic version just let me know!)

(It's the one year mark!)