AN: Italic = past/dreams

Sometimes life can be destroyed by the smallest things. Sure, in the long run, it looks like one giant thing that pushed someone over the edge, but in actuality, it's not. It's the small little things you wouldn't pay attention to; they pile up. You think you can handle it. You are sure you can. You will survive, but then just one more little thing gets added. Something so small that you would never even give it a second glance, lands softly upon the tower and the pile topples. Suddenly you are drowning. Every breath you gasp for, but that only makes your lungs burn more. You are fighting your very body to stay afloat. Your limbs burn as they grow tired and sore. Your mind is slowing down. Even your heartbeat seems to have gotten slower. What are you even fighting for?

All those little things are crashing into you like waves. You're trying to tread water, but you can't even feel your legs. Plus, when you think you are catching a breath, another little tiny thing crashes into you. Suddenly you aren't trying to fight anymore. No, why fight the waves that tell you to go under? You start sinking farther, and suddenly your heart has picked up again. Your brain is fuzzy, but it screams, for one thing, air. The ocean is throwing a fit, and you can't find the eye of the storm. You're not even sure you want to. All these small things: problems, lies, hurtful words, doubt, and torture. You are drowning. Maybe others are to blame. Then again perhaps it is you, who adds your own little things to the already enormous ocean, who let others get to you, and who isn't strong enough to continue to fight.

You see this is where my story starts. I was at my worst, and this was what I was going through. Do you understand? Can you understand? Have you gone through it too? I wouldn't wish it on anyone. I laid on the grass broken and battered, just ready to give up. I was sinking so far down into the depths of the ocean that I would soon have no escape. I would be left to die no matter how hard I tried. I would be out of breath. I would be unable to kick to the surface. Then someone grabbed me and tied me up. I was safe, as long as there were chains on me, I was safe. I let out a relieved breath and followed the tugging sensation on my neck.

"How much longer do you think they are arguing to keep the trash around?" A voice asked. I heard a grunt, as the man got punched. I wasn't allowed to hear what goes on around the facility. It was a significant rule among the agents and the only thing they would get punished for breaking. Soon I was back in my room. It was a small room. It had a toilet, a leaky sink, and a broken cot. My life revolved around this room and the chains, everything else I tried to block out. The agent quickly attached me to a wall and left. I went over to my cot, enjoying the way the chain rattled and dragged against the ground.

I sat down and breathed. In. Out. The chain bumps against my chest. In. Out. The camera swivels. I was never alone. In. Out. My blood is dry on my skin. In. Out. I should probably use the sink. In. Out. I move, and the chain links clank as it slides against metal. I walk over to the sink, and the chain scrapes against the ground. I carefully move the chains away from the sink before turning the faucet. Water spurts out, and I make sure the chains are safe. I was always careful to make sure my chains wouldn't get rusted.

Once I was clean, I went back to my cot and got comfortable. I always twist the chain around my arm, just to make sure it would still be there when I woke up. I let my eyes close and enjoy the cold press of the chains digging into my skin. The feeling often helped me forget about the darkness that was everywhere once my eyes are closed. I settle into the cot, and slowly I feel myself drift off to sleep.

"Danny, there is something wrong with you? I, I can't have you around anymore. I'm sorry, but my parents are freaking out about that quirk of yours. I hate to say it, but I agree with them. You are just too dangerous," Sam declares. I look at her with shock. I fidget on the staircase and look anywhere that isn't her. Sam was quirkless. I knew that. A lot of people in town were. In fact, I was one of the few that did have a quirk. I nod my head and walk away from my old friend.

There were only five people in town who had a quirk. One of the most popular kids in school had a quirk. His name is Dash, and his quirk allowed him to increase his strength at will. Another person with a quirk is my best friend, Tucker. Tucker was amazing, he could hack anything, and his quirk made him able to connect to technology. Three of those people with quirks came from my family alone. My mom had a quirk that allowed her to know any fighting style. My sister had a quirk that let her know how others felt and increased her intellect. Then, finally, there was me.

Tucker had created the name of my quirk, ghost. The only problem was that unlike everyone else, my quirk seemed to grow along with me. That made people nervous. I sighed and rubbed the tears from my eyes. I made my way home. Tucker was sick today, so I had no one else to play with. When I got home, there was a strange white SUV in front of my house. It put me on edge, but nothing happened when I passed it.

I went up to my steps and opened the door. I heard my mom yelling, as soon as the door widened enough for a fly to go through. "You're not taking him! He is just as normal as anyone else with a quirk! He is my son, and I won't have you buffoons taking him away because you don't understand his quirk! So, you need to leave right now!" Maddie screamed. I flinched, as I closed the door behind me. They were talking about me. It was always about me. People liked to bother my parents with how strange I was.

"Mam, you have no choice in the matter. We, the Government Issued Wardens, are here to lock away those with dangerous quirks. Your son has gotten into too many skirmishes, and there have been too many calls made on him," A man in a white suit told my mother. I watched from the hallway as he produced a piece of paper. My father became as white as a ghost, and my mom grew red. She tried to pounce on the man, but my dad held her back. They were both crying.

Then my mom spotted me. Her eyes widened, and she lost all her color. "Danny!" My mom shouts.

I shot up in my cot and looked around the room with panicked eyes. My arm was caught in something tight, and I wasn't sure if my arm was going to be pulled out of my socket. I looked down with shallow breaths to see my pink arm ensnared in chains. In. I untangle myself from the chains and rub the new scratches on my arm. Out. I slouch as I let my eyes roam around my small room. Everything was the same. In. I watched the water drip from the faucet. Out. My breathing calms down. Everything was the same, that's good. Constant is good.

The door opens. A man in black steps into the room and stares directly at me. He moves forward and removes the chains. All that is left is the collar. He pushes me out of the door. "You are being placed in the care of a school. They are to use you as they seem fit. You are not to misbehave, or they have the right to kill you. Do you understand?" The man informs me. My breathing goes short again. My chains are gone, and someone is speaking to me. I'm not supposed to be talked to, and I'm not allowed to speak. The man slams into me, and I stop breathing. I have fallen onto the floor. My hands are on my chains. I clench my fist around them and close my eyes.

"Yes, sir," I reply. My voice is hoarse and scratchy. It doesn't sound familiar, and it hurts coming out of me. I now feel parched and fight against the feeling to rub my throat. Nothing happens. Then I feel the chain being pulled from my hands and I open my eyes. The agent from before has my chain and is reattaching it. He then whispers something to the man in black. The agent has white clothes; all the agents do. They tend to hurt me if I get them dirty. The man in black nods grabs my chain and pulls. Just like that, almost all my constants are gone, as he pulls me out of the building and into a black SUV.

AN: This may be a one-shot. I haven't decided how far I want to take this. I can take it farther as I have seen the first two seasons of the show, but I am unsure if I want to continue. After this, he would go to UA, but I'm not sure how much would change from the anime. Any way, I have a poll going on for what I should update on my profile. It ends the 11th, as that is when I get off of school. I am hoping to get back into writing over summer break.

~ Struggling student 16CRK :D