My quirk was not a gift it was a curse. People started trying to adopt me only to try and train me the cureless way possible to get a splendid hero. I hated people like that! Then there were the other people adopting me because of my white wings just to make some good money.

I spend 3 years changing families like a new pair of cloths. I had 256 different families in these 3 years. They all gave up on me at some point. It was not like I wanted to be with them at all so I always refused to do what I didn't wanted to do. If it was some kind of hellish training or modeling or even try to sell me, I would always find a way to escape. I could fly after all.

It was weird how I could see myself as a 4 year old kid again. This was definitelly a dream but it felt too realistic that I knew this was a past memory.

I was still a small child and a child after a great day of speaking with all kind of people about my most beloved topic. It was my birthday and I  was the happiest boy in the whole life until I woke up after a nap because of the sound of something shattering.

Little me became curious but after I somehow managed to get out of the bed all I heard was screaming coming from my father.

Daddy: HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO OUR SON!

Back then I didn't understand what was going on. What I did understand was that my father sounded angry at mother. Not knowing what was going on but realizing that he was angry about something my mother did and hearing him mention "our son" I knew that my father was angry about my mother because of me.

This was the main reason I came out of the room.

Now the little green bean which was me wanted nothing more than to go and apologies for something I didn't know what I did wrong. So I slowly began walking towards the living room where the screams were getting louder and louder until I saw  father with a knife in his hand.

Little Green Bean: Daddy?

Though I was very little I still understood that what  father had in his hand was a knife and it was dangerous so I decided to call out to him. However I didn't get any respond. So I began walking closer to  father until I saw  mother laying on the ground.

I wish I could have controlled my quirk back then....

I could have saved her....

Then nothing of all the things afterwards would have happened.

It was all my fault.

This alone left little me completely frozen in place. There she was laying on the ground. I saw that she had injured her hand but what happened next left me completely speechless. My father went towards  mother and stabbed her directly into her lungs and began stabbing her multiple times in her chest. The knife went into her flesh again and again and again. Blood began splashing everywhere. The ground began covering itself into a nice red color.

My mother was laying on the ground lifeless but before she died she managed to mouth me a "Run away!". But how could I do that? I couldn't just abandon my mom!

So all I could do was fall to my knees and cry. Cry so hard that I somehow managed to snap out  father from whatever trance he was.

Daddy: I-!!!

The man looked at his hands that were now covered in blood and his beloved wife. She was dead and he killed her. That was the sad truth the father was confronted with.

Daddy: How could I do something like this?

Hizashi crumbled to his knees looking at the dead body. His eyes moved from the body to the knife he was holding.

Little green bean: Mommy!!!

My little self was still where he was looking at both of them crying. I still remember being to scared to move but I couldn't help it but cry over the loss of my own mother.

Daddy: I am a monster!

This was all the father said before standing up.

Daddy: I am sorry love! I will join you in the afterlife! Please wait for me!

That was all the fathers said before slitting open his own throat and falling to the ground with a loud *thumb*.

Litte green bean: Daddy No! Don't leave me too!

I watched myself cry as  I was standing there like a ghost behind the kid as this was definitelly a nightmare. This was the worst day in my life and I still remembered everything.

The poor kid in front of me who was me cried and cried until he somehow unconsciously moved towards his parents.

I could have stopped this....

I should have!

Why were my wings only growing back then and not fully there?

I could have saved them....

I....

I was crying the whole night through until I fell asleep close to my own parents. Little me was too sad to move or do anything else besides crying and hugging the dead bodies of our parents. Eventually the morning came. Morning quickly changed to afternoon too....

The moment the police opened the door a hero rushed in just to find a little kid crying and terrified about everything. The police tried to approach the child but he immediately backed away.

Eraserhead....

I remember this was the first time I saw the man.

What a terrible sight.

But he is a good man!

Eraserhead: Hey, kid? I'm Eraserhead a hero. Do you like heroes?

This was the moment I woke up complelty sweaty and crying from whatever dream I had. I couldn't remember my dreams but from the state I was in, it had to be one of my memories. If anyone asked me... Dreams are nightmares some times.... I only wish I knew what I just dreamed about.

Me: *Sigh* I must be way too tired.... It's still dark... I should get back to sleep again.... I hope it won't be a nightmare again....

And once again I went to sleep hoping not to dream anything but rest. I never could remember my dreams after I wake up but I did feel sad or hurt or angry sometimes knowing full well that I just probably dreamed about something from my memories....

Sometimes I wish I could remember what I dream about.