The Morning came and the floor already was cold, more cold than ever. That was strange.

You coughed and opened your eyes only to have your body shiver with goosebumps. How unfortunate, it rained last night and the window was open.

Well it was broken so it doesn't matter, the window really needed to be fixed somehow.

You rub your palms against your forearms and arms.

Maybe sleeping on the floor wasn't a good idea either.

Anyways, it doesn't matter you rubbed your hands again to try to keep them warm, even rubbing them on your sides.
You push your face into the pillow to loudly yawn.

(I'm going to be honest I'm not going to use third person anymore -_- I'm just not good at that.)

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I signed and held my breath by placing a hand over my mouth.
After a while I ran my hands through the branches of my scalp. That's not good. Dirty ass hair. The worst part is that it's getting a little greasy which wouldn't look good on my hairline or even my scalp to begin with.

I took another big yawn and stood up on my feet. Walking towards my door again I went back to the bathroom to take a shower.

Gosh, dang it. There's no more shampoo... there's no way I just came into the shower without any shampoo, now I'm gonna smell like a dog. What the heck?

"Do you know what it doesn't matter, I'm just gonna shower anyways"

After some time past, I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. Eventually got out of the bathroom and went back to my room to put on some clothes.

"Blue or black? Maybeeee- no? Oooor?" I sigh still feeling embarrassed of last night. Worst part is that for some reason I can't pick my clothing because of the flaw of last night. What shame.

"Maybe Deku could help out? No honestly, he's probably gonna ask me if I got into U.A. But if I don't text him or call him or anything like that, then he'll get suspicious. he wouldn't be dumb enough to knock on my door. Hopefully not. I haven't told him anything about what's going on in my house... Well, I might steal the money in my parents bank account. It's easier to access it than other family members. I mean, it's necessity not a want. Or maybe actually I should just go ask my dad." I thought to myself in silence as I put on my clothing.

I cover my face and groan and frustration. I walked out of my room once more and went downstairs to my parents room.

Unlike any other door, this one was red. Like a dark crimson. It also had a fancy door knob. Not too fancy, but there's too much specific detail on it. I look down at the door as my hand creeped to twist it.

In the crack of the door, I poked my eye through it to see who was in the room.

Father..

He was laying on the bed still awake, but just taking a rest.

"Father." I said in a gentle matter, as I open the door a little more than before to put my head through.

His head bolt back up to look up at me.

"Hey, how are you Y/N?." he said in a nonchalant, calm manner.

"I'm doing good father and you?"

"Good, what happened?"

"I- well I need some money, for personal things. May I have some please" I put my hands behind my back as discreetly as possible. Feeling nervous of the possibility as I do my best not to fidget.

"What for?"

Here we go again, this is going to be even more embarrassing...

"Well I'm in my month- and there isn't any female hygienic products in the house so I was wondering if. Well I'm not really feeling it today but I was wondering if you could instead buy some for me?" I bit down my tongue and moved my hands in front of my shirt to grip it, only feeling some kind of shame for even asking a male to do something for me.

"But this was my father. I mean, he could help. It's why he's here for, right? Of course." I thought in my head as I waited for his response.

"Why not do it yourself sweetheart? You can walk to the store."

"But dad, I'm not feeling it right now. Please I just need you to do this one time."

He chuckled slightly, it's wasn't the funny type though.

"What do you want me to do huh? The store is only 20 minutes away. I just came back from work and I'm tired. Give me a break. You do it"

At that moment I felt like breaking down, I gripped the bottom of my shirt even more.

"Dad please, it's just a one time thing. I'm not feeling it today" that took a lot of energy to say and restrain to not get emotional

"Listen if you are going to cry then not in this fucking house, I can't deal with weak useless people. Especially women. So if you want to cry then cry to your fucking friends. I'm the one who feeds you and pays the bills. Go tell your friends to buy you shit. Stop being a hopeless child" after that he leaned his head back down to the pillow.

I sighed and left the room closing the door behind me.

I felt my insides about to explode and something wanting to push up my throat.

"how could he act like that?" I thought to myself as I gripped my forearm, my nails only penetrated into my skin.

I closed my eyes for a moment and tilt my head up to hold back what ever was going on inside me. I rub my face again to calm down and went to the front door to leave the house.

I look down at my father's credit card that's now in my possession. He shouldn't have closed his eyes to rest at the end.

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