Scarlett Johansson and Her Characters (One-shots)

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I hope you all enjoy it! Idea from @MrsOlsens_wife

Warnings: Self-harm; depression; panic attack; etc. 

It had been one of the longest, tiring days in a while. The day started off with my alarm not going off making me late for a job interview. 

Then when I had picked out a cute outfit and was trying to leave I spilled coffee on myself. I got really frustrated and freaked out dropping my phone, which shattered when it hit the floor. 

 Sadly, the outfit I messed up was the only clean outfit I had so I had to wear some of Scar's clothes, which were too small for me. Then in a fit of tears, I went outside to get in my car only to find out that it had been broken into and the tires had been slit.

So I called an uber and arrived half an hour late to my interview where they told me I wasn't qualified enough because the job had "changed" since I had last checked it out. Not only that but when I went to cheer myself up at my favorite café, it turned out the owners had died and the café was permanently closed. 

I tried to get an uber home, so I waited on the street next to the closed café. But, my uber was gonna be fifteen minutes late and then it started raining. So I stood there in the rain for my uber, which never showed up, and eventually walked home.

I walked inside, kicked off my shoes, and placed my ruined phone on the counter. I went upstairs to do some laundry and found a note on the bed from Scar.

Hey baby, I'm gonna be late, also, I saw you took an outfit, next time please ask love ❤️  - Scarlett

I felt so guilty for getting her clothes wet, I felt so terrible for being such a failure, and I felt terrible that my whole day had been shit.

I huffed and stripped the soaked clothes from my pale damp skin and then trudged my way to the bathroom. 

I turned on the shower and sat in the hot water, for what felt like forever, just crying my eyes out. When I had cried all of my tears out I blankly stared at the water dripping from my nose and forehead.

It had been three years since the last time I had cut myself. I didn't want to, but I felt like I needed to. I ignored the feeling at first knowing it was just bad thoughts trying to pull me back down that dark hole. 

But then the feeling got more intense, it felt like the razor was calling me, the razor that was so conveniently resting on the shower shelf. 

I stood up and loomed over the harmless-looking device, I knew if I tried hard enough I could actually kill myself with it, but at the same time, I knew I didn't have the guts. Scar still loved me and I loved her, I couldn't leave her.

I needed to feel something though, I needed to hurt myself. I picked up the razor and twirled it in my hand, sniffling a little from the crying session moments before.

I pressed the blade to my skin, not yet dragging it across my already scarred wrist when the door opened. Scar didn't notice me standing there with the blade in hand at first, but when she looked toward the glass walls of the shower and saw what I was doing she immediately rushed to my side. 

"Love, please don't," she said getting in the water with me, fully clothed might I add. 

"I have to," I whimpered looking into her eyes with my puffy red ones.

I felt like I couldn't breathe I knew I was having a panic attack. My head spun and I started getting worked up, my words stopped making sense and my head felt funny. She placed a hand on the arm that wasn't holding the razor and pulled me close to her. 

She held me close to her and calmed me down slowly but surely and eventually out of the panicky state. I didn't think I'd get so worked up about being caught. 

"I love you too much to let you do this again, but I can't force you because you'll never learn. Just know, every time you hurt yourself, I feel it, in my heart," she told me as she wiped my damp face of fresh tears. 

"But I don't wanna hurt you," I pouted up at her. 

"I know, so please, baby, put down the razor, come out of the shower, and cuddle with me," she offered.

"Okay," I said just above a whisper.

She hugged me tight and watched as I put down the razor, then she held my hand and guided me out of the shower. 

After a lot of talking and drying off, she dragged me to our bed and held me in her arms whispering sweet nothings to me and loving on me.

"I love you so much my sweet wonderful girl," she muttered as I started to doze off.

"I love you more," I whispered before finally falling asleep. 

She was the only person who knew how to help me and she did it so well, without her I probably would have killed myself a long while ago, but Scar, she keeps me sane. She loves me when no one else can, and I love her back. 

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