You're Not Alone (Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader)

CHAPTER 7

⚠️Trigger Warning: Self Harm ⚠️

NARRATOR

"I miss the old you," Wanda accidentally muttered. She widened her eyes after realizing what she just said and looked at Y/N who has an unexplainable expression.

"I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay."

Y/N stood up, looking really upset. Wanda grabbed Y/N's arm, making Y/N flinch.

"Y/N, look I'm just... I'm sorry."

"..."

"I know you've been having nightmares almost every night. I... I tried giving you a good dream but I can't. You're... you've completely blocked me out. I just want to help, Y/N."

Y/N yanked her arm from Wanda's grip and sighed deeply.

"I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP, WANDA!"

Wanda flinched by Y/N's sudden outburst.

"Look, I'm upset right now and it's better for the both of us to let me calm down. I don't want to say things that I might regret in the end."

Y/N then walked to Wanda's bedroom to grab herself something to change into before going to the bathroom to take a bath.

Y/N took off all her clothes and turned on the water to feel the bathtub. She then grabbed the tactical knife she hid in one of the cupboards and brought it with her in the tub.

It's all happening again. It's all coming back. The emptiness that once consumed Y/N's once again consuming her.

She got into the tub, knife in hand. She's feeling numb again. The void inside her that was filled again after finding Wanda is once again, empty. She doesn't know why. Maybe because of what Wanda said. Or maybe, it's just one of those times where your world felt like it's crumbling down for no reason. She's supposed to be happy that Wanda's trying to help, but her mind is a bitch.

Y/N's mind went blank. Looking at her forearm and the knife she's holding.

"I just want to feel again."

She mumbled as she started slicing her arm up. Blood started gushing out of the newly inflicted wounds. There are some good 3 slices on her left and 2 on her right. At times like this, all she wanted was to die. But you see, she's not that easy to kill. She sliced her wrists up, deep enough to reach her pulse point. She stayed still in the tub, just staring into space. The water now turned red due to her blood.

After an hour of just staring at nothing, Y/N drained the bloodied water out of the tub and filled it again with clean one. She then kept the knife away where she usually hides it and went back inside the tub, her knees bent reaching her chest. She just sat there, closing her eyes as small balls of flame started floating around the bathroom.

Wanda on the other hand started pacing outside the bathroom door. She tried linking her mind with Y/N to at least know that she's okay since she's already spent an hour and half inside. Wanda's worry then took over. She opened the door that's unsurprisingly unlocked, and almost burnt herself when she almost touched one of the floating fireballs.