Marvel Woman x FemReader

Hold on (N-R)

TW: big TW here, this chapter will contain sh, depression, talk about su!c!de and loss of loved ones, if you're not comfortable with that or get triggered by it I suggest you not read this. To anyone who is still here, thank you for reading.

This chapter serves among other things to be a message to have an eye on the people in your around you.

Y/n POV:
"Hey Livia, how was school?" I greeted my 16-year-old daughter as she came through the compound door. "Hey mum it was boring as always" she grimaced and I chuckled. "And how was therapy?" I asked as I turned towards her. "Mum...I- I don't know what you want me to say...I don't think it's going to help." She mumbled and I got up walking towards her.

I stood in front of her opening my arms and she instantly walked into my embrace, "I just want it to stop mum, I just want it to stop hurting. I want to finally stop feeling like this." My daughter cried in my arms as I rubbed her back gently, whispering assuring words to her and kissing her head. "I know baby and I'm so sorry you have to go through this." I whispered as the tears made their way to my eyes.

~1 Month previously~
I just got off the phone with Livia's dad, he called me telling me that she's been hurting herself, she told him not to tell me but he didn't know what to do. And said that since she's with me more, I could help her better.

I laid my phone down on the table and put my head in my hands, thinking of what to do now. When I was 15 I never thought I would ever want kids, my life is too fucked up and I wouldn't be a good mum, but then when I was coming home from a party with my friends and boyfriend we drank too much, my boyfriend and I had unprotected, drunk sex and then it happened. At first, I was sure to abort it but as the appointment for the abortion came closer I was getting a guilty conscience, sure I'm 15 and but after all the shit I've gone through, this could be a chance? I decided that I couldn't abort my child and when I told my parents that I was pregnant and did not want to abort it they kicked me out. For a while, I lived with my boyfriend and his family but I could feel that his parents didn't like me that much, I was the girl with a fucked up life that didn't even get her Graduation and he was the son of the man who owned one of the biggest companies in the state. So some night, I decided to take my daughter and go.

And now after 16 years, my babygirl has to go through almost the same mental state as I was in.

So after I went off the phone with Mason I went up to Livia's room, wanting to wait there for her to come home from school. As I walked into the bathroom to bring in the fresh towels I stepped on something and It made a strange sound. I looked down and saw a loose tile, I laid down the towels and lifted the tile to see a white paper towel with some red stains.

I breathed in a shaky breath as I lifted the paper towel out of the hole, slowly I opened it what I saw made my heart hurt. Three blades, one of them had blood stains on it, I folded the paper towel back together and put it into my pants pocket. The tile I put back and went to sit on her desk chair. I didn't have to wait long and after like 15 minutes her bedroom door opened. "Mum-" she jumped, "what are you doing here?", "I wanna talk," I responded before I laid the paper towel with the blades on the desk. "Show me." I spoke as calmly as I could, "Mum I- It's not-", "show me" I said again standing up and walking towards her slowly. "Please" I whispered and she hung her head low.

Slowly I lifted her right arm, she wasn't fighting against me so I continued, I slowly pulled up her sleeve seeing all the new and old cuts that littered her arm. "Anywhere else?" I asked trying not to show that I was almost crying. "My other arm and thighs" she mumbled and I breathed in shakily. "I'm sorry mum, I'm so sorry please don't be mad" she started to cry and I brought her into my arms.