Elizabeth Olsen and Scarlett Johansson daughter one shots

Are you hurting yourself?- EO/SJ

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here's some information you need for this one shot:

Mom: Lizzie

"aunt": scar

Age: 14

TW: talk about self harm, blades, blood mentions, writing about active self harm, nail biting and anxiety.

If you get triggerd about any of this I do not recommend you to read any further. And remember, if you are struggling you can always get help. Okay now let's get started.

*Not proofread* Sorry if mistakes are found in the text.

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Y/N's POV:

My tears continued to fall down my cheeks as the blade slid across my arm. I could feel the blood dripping from my arm onto the floor. My hand dropped the blade, and I could hear it falling onto the ground, as I grabbed the towel next to me. I pressed the towel onto my fresh scars, to stop the bleeding. When the bleeding stopped, i pulled my sleeve down and went to bed...

I woke up the next morning, feeling numb, thinking about was happened yesterday. Self harming was my way of coping. When the pain becomes too much to handle, I drag the silver sharp thing against my skin, and it feels better.

My mom didn't know. I wouldn't want to bother her, or worry her with my problems. She already has so much going on with work, I wouldn't want to stress her more than she already is.

I heard a gentle knock on my door.

"come in" I said with my raspy morning voice. The door opened.

"good morning baby, how did you sleep?" my mom asked, as she closed the door behind her and walked over to sit on my bed. She tucked a hair strand behind my ear.

"I slept okay, how about you?" I answered, giving her a small smile.

"i slept fine. Do you wanna come to set with me today?" she asked.

"yeah sure, when are we leaving?"

"In about 30 minutes"

"alright" I said, giving her a smile.

*time skip to when you're in the car*

I sat in the passenger seat, looking out of the window. The radio was playing on low volume, and my mom was focused on the road.

I could feel anxiety starting to crawl through my veins, I lightly started bouncing my leg. I don't really know what triggers my anxiety, it just come and goes. Before I knew it I started biting my nails. Nail biting is a bad habit I'm struggling with, I often do it when I get anxious.

My mom turned to look at me, I was still looking out of the window biting my nails, and bouncing my leg

"you okay?" My mom asked. I turned around to face her, and I was met with her furrowing her eyebrows.

"yeah, I'm fine" I simply said, looking out of the window again. Sure, I wasn't being that honest, but I didn't want her to worry.

"Mm okay" she said before turning to look at the road again.

I could tell that she wasn't really buying it. I sighed. She looked at me again for a couple of seconds, before her gaze turned to face the road. She noticed my leg bouncing, and put her hand on it.

*Time skip for a couple of hours*

I was sitting in my moms trailer. She was on set filming some scenes, so I was sat alone on the couch. I was watching some tv, biting my nails as usual.