The Ending

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A few hours later you woke up now with just your Dad next to you.

'Hey Baby Doll." He said.

"Hi Daddy." You replied.

"Can we go get Papa and clean your cuts please Dolly?" Bucky asked.

You looked down and nodded.

"Can Papa come in here please." You asked timidly.

"Ok, Jarvis get Steve in here." Bucky said picking up the bottle of rubbing alcohol.

He started cleaning the cuts and Steve entered with an upset face still.

'Hey sweetheart. Can you say what's going on please?" He asked sitting down next to Bucky and you.

"I-I feel awful. B-but I feel as though I don't deserve to as though I need to punish myself for everything. It's an escape." You told them.

"I want you to know darling you have every right to feel awful. Horrible even but please know you can come to me and Daddy whenever you need. You mean the whole world to us so please don't keep doing this." Your Papa said.

You nodded.

"Please can we not talk about this again Daddy, Papa." You pleaded.

"Alright, you have to tell me what you harmed with?" Your Dad asked.

"A pencil." You said not making eye contact.

"A pencil?" Your dad questioned.

"Mmhm." You mumbled quietly. You looked at your parents looking to one another utterly shocked and concerned.

"Ok, well lunch is ready so let's go eat." Bucky said attempting to change the subject.

You started to walk out the door.

"Uh-Uh not so fast. Wash your hands doll." Your Papa said.

"Alright, alright." You rolled your eyes walking into the bathroom. You washed your hands and face and began walking to the kitchen.

You saw Morgan as You entered the Kitchen.

"Hi Y/N." She waved giggling. You run up and sit down next to her.

"Morning Morgan." You reply.

And so this is the start to your road to recovery. You start back at school, meeting a 10 year old girl in your class Penny Parker. Who may also be a slight outcast but is a great friend to you.
You stop self-harming mostly. Spending all your time with Morgan. You still don't eat every meal but slowly and surely your now growing. And so this is....

The end.

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