Tony Stark's Daughter

Chapter 13

I grab the razors and sit down on the bathroom floor. My shirt is already soaked with tears. The horrid thought running through my head intensify, putting my body down, telling my self people really don't care.

No one has called since I left for the trip, that really proves my point.

I tear off the plastic on one of the razors but hesitate. I hold the blade over my arm thinking about the pain that's about to come.

I take a deep, shaky breath and lower the blade. I move the razor across my skin causing the flesh to part from its self releasing the blood it holds back like a dam.

The razor isn't as sharp as the knife I used before so it hurts even more.

The cut is deeper then I mean to make it so there is more blood then expected, and more pain then anticipated.

The blood pours down my arm onto the white tile beneath me. I didn't even grab a towel or something to absorb the blood. My tears and blood mix together on the floor.

I remember promising Loki I would never do this again, he would be disappointed in me. Loki would never trust me again so why stop now.

I make another gash beside the first. Then another, and another, and another. My blood is everywhere, on me on the floor all over the 'clean' razors. It looks like a mass murder just took place.

I throw the razor away from me. Letting it lay on the floor. I'm leaning against the tub on the floor holding my head in my hands, sobbing.

I'm not worthy of love from friends or family. Someone like me shouldn't be doing this. Am I doing this for attention and not knowing? Does Loki even think of me as a friend. My parents would be disappointed.

Around 30 minutes passed but blood is still oozes from the wounds. Hundreds of these thoughts still rush in my brain. I can't hold it in anymore and I just scream. I scream to let out some of the pain I'm feeling, the pain the cutting isn't getting rid of.

"SASHA!?" I hear Loki call out my name from the kitchen. He must of just gotten home, i didn't hear him open or close the door.

"SASHA, WHERE ARE YOU? ARE YOU OKAY?" I head him call out for me but I don't answer, I'm to weak to say anything.

Loki runs to the bedroom to look for me and turns to the bathroom, he sees me on the floor, "oh my god Sasha!" He slides to my side and starts grabbing the towels around us and starts cover the cuts to stop the bleeding.

"I'm sorry." I whisper barely loud enough for Loki to hear. I feel so bad for him to see me like this. I should have cleaned my self up before he got home.

"Hey, hey it's okay, I should be sorry I left you alone and you were sad I should have made sure you were okay first. I'm such an idiot—" Loki rambles on before I interrupt him.

"It's not your fault..." I whisper "you did nothing to cause this." My vision goes blurry and I feel my self get weaker and my eyes start to close.

"Sasha, stay with me. Please I can't lose you too." Loki says panicky. The towels are not tight on my arm stopping the bleeding that I caused. The white towels are turning bright red but are helping.

My eyes close fully and I blackout. Before I fully go out I hear Loki "No,no,no. You will be okay. I will make sure of that." He is almost sobbing now him self. Tears running down his face falling onto me as he cradles me in his cool arms.

Loki picks me up with ease moving me to the bed so I'm not in the blood soaked floor. He goes to my suit case and grabs a clean pair of jogging pants and a sweater.

He comes back to me hesitating before removing my blood soaked top and putting the clean one on as fast as possible with out staring. He does the same with the pants even more awkward.

He goes back to the bathroom and grabs all the bandages he can find to wrap my arms. He removes the blood soaked towels and wraps my arm hoping they are not to tight.

He throws the towels onto the floor and goes to the other side of the bed and sits beside me, leaning on the backboard. Loki gentle stroking my hair hoping I wake up sometime soon.