Sad

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*TW*

It had been 3 weeks since the mission. I didn't leave my room and hadn't eaten much at all. My sheets were covered in blood and so was I. There was piles of clothes everywhere and dirty dishes all over the cabinets. Tears streamed down my face as all these thought rushed through my mind. "It's your fault she's dead. You're worthless. You don't belong in this world. Just go die." I was distracted when I heard a light knock on my door. "Babe? Are you ok? Open the door please," Bucky asked from the other side. I ignored him. "Baby please. Open the door," He asked a second time but again I ignored him. "Ok that's it. Wanda! Open this door!" He shouted. Wanda came upstairs and hesitantly opened the door with her powers. "Oh my fucking god! Doll please! Oh lord I should have come sooner!" He panicked. As he held me close he noticed the cuts on my arms where I had self harmed. Wanda ran down to medical room and grabbed some bandages when no one was looking.

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