TW: Self Harm
Y/N's POV
I was sat in my room on my bed. My mum and dad were at a meeting. They were at different meetings, dad's meeting was some sort of community watch meeting where they talk about ways to protect our town citizens and mum's was at some town fundraiser meeting Agnes invited her to. My brother's were in the living room playing on the Wii. I'm glad my parents weren't here worrying about me. They recently been extremely over protective after they found out I was being bullied at school.
"Mum and dad would hate me if they ever fount out
about this" I said to myself.
I started to cry looking down at my arms. I had scars over them and fresh cut too. I hated myself and I wouldn't blame anyone else for hating me. The names I'd been called rang in my ears, tears streaming down my cheeks. I ran a thumb over the scars; I kept my sleeves up and watched as a tear dropped from my face onto my arm as I cried.
"Why me" I sobbed gently not know if mum or dad was back and was walking past my room. My brother's wouldn't understand (I don't think), their to young. I wasn't ready for them to find out or anybody for a matter of fact. I thought they would treat me differently if they knew I self harmed myself.
I been self harming for 5 months then and it did help, not fully but it did numb the pain and the memories of the bullies; the times I were beaten up and the names I was called; everything. I went to the bathroom and sat on the freezing cold tiled floor, opened the mirror cupboard and pulled out my mums razor.
"Why do I always mess up? Why does everyone hate me?" I cried. I brought the razor blade to my wrist. I did it a few times before watching my blood drip down my arm and drip on the white coloured tiles of the bathroom floor. For a moment I felt free. I didn't feel the pain but then again everything hit me all over again. "I hate you" I grumbled to myself knowing no one could hear me. I brought the blade to my wrist a few more times each time getting deeper than the first. Sobs started escaping my lips as I cried. "Everyone would be better if I was gone" I said out loud convincing myself it was true. The bullies would be happy; my parents wouldn't have to worry about me, everyone would be happy or so I convince myself. My eyes soon felt heavy and I fell unconscious with the cuts still bleeding.
Wanda's POV
"Y/N are you alright in there?" I called through the door unaware of the state she was in. I tried calling one more time but there was no answer so I entered the bathroom and my heart sank when I saw her on the floor in her own blood. "Y/N it's ok, you're going to be okay" I told her without thinking before I picked my angel up and ran straight to the hospital. I was worried I was going to lose her.
Eventually my little angel woke up and I was relieved.
"Why didn't you talk to me or your dad" was the first thing I told her.
"I thought you'd be better if I was gone, I'm not needed. I mess everything up" she mumbled with a weak and dry throat.
"Y/N Maximoff you are needed. You are loved. I love you, your my daughter and one of my angels and I will always be here for you" I said. I then hugged her and kissed her forehead.
"Not everyone thinks that" she mumbled into my shoulder. I pulled away and sat trying to convince her that she was loved, she has a family and that she was herself and some people are going to hate but it's only because they were jealous of her and what she had.
