teen on set ~ marvel cast

the door

the conversation died out again as i wasn't putting in much input. i listened to alot of what she was saying but i also kept zoning in and out thinking about my parents. all the memories keep resurfacing and haunting me.

there was a knock at my door and i turned my head tiredly in that direction mumbling a come in. it was lizzie. i smiled at her as she walked in.

"dinners ready if your hungry sweetheart. you should eat something before you go to bed at least if your not" she said in a soothing voice as she brushed the baby hairs out of my face.

"i'll come down and grab something but i'm not overly hungry" i said just above a whisper. i told dahlia i'll be back and she nodded with a soft smile.

lizzie picked me up like a toddler as i wrapped my legs around her waist and my arms over her shoulders. she linked her hands under me as i hid my head in the crook of her neck.

she goes to walk out but as she does i knock my casted foot on the doorframe. i suck in a breath biting down on my lip. "i'm good" i told her once she halted her movements hearing the whack.

we continued downstairs and as soon as we did she took me over to the couch. the couch i was kidnapped from almost a week ago.

my eyes were fixated on the entry way. specifically the door. it's as if i was just waiting for my father to bust in telling me this was all a dream again.

"what do you feel like honeylove" lizzie asked me holding my hand. honeylove. that's a new one.

i slowly dragged my eyes off the front door and looked to what others had on their plates. it seems that they put in a couple of frozen pizzas into the oven and that's what everyone was having.

"just a piece please. i don't mind what one" i said smiling at my mother before looking back to the front door with a blank position. 

lizzie's pov
i walked into the kitchen where scar was sitting at the bench eating and evans was standing on the other side munching on his pizza aswell.

"how is she. holding a conversation yet?" scar asked

"no not really. she seems to be better but she could be pushing it all down again" i sighed taking a piece over to y/n with a juice popper.

"she'll be okay" scarlett said reassuring me for what felt like the millionth time.

"i know" i assured her "i know" i repeated to myself

3rd person pov.
y/n wasn't too interested in eating. she wasn't too interested in anything really. she just stared at the door never taking her eyes off of it.

she kept getting flash backs of the door opening and revealing her father. her cruel manipulative and abusive father.

she considered waiting till everyone went to sleep and grabbing the alcohol stored in the cupboard above the fridge and drink till she didn't feel anything but she didn't want to become addicted to that shit.

she knew she needed to find a different way to cope with her emotions and thoughts that isn't self destructive. she refuses to turn out like her parents. and her parents parents.

her grandparents died from drunk driving when she was only 5. her parents, before they didn't care about her, made her swore to not touch the stuff. her mum devastated by the outcome of her parents alcoholism couldn't bare to think about the same happening to her beautiful baby girl. how times change.

this one coping mechanism kept coming back to her but she promised the twins she would never do it again. not after what happened last time.

y/n needed help. she knew this. but she didn't know how to ask for it properly. how would she even explain it. she barely knows what she needs let alone what to say.