About You

Mama

TW – this is quite a heavy chapter

"Claire Hempstead, born in Southern California on September 6th 1976," I read slowly, "her only daughter, Y/N Hempstead t-taken from their home in London, England the day after her 4th birthday."

"Y/N," Wanda whispered, turning around to look at me.

I shook my head, my eyes still on the screen, "no, I- she gave me up ... no, s-she didn't want me, so she gave me up."

"Baby," she pushed, standing up and in front of the computer.

I kept my head shaking and opened my mouth to speak again but nothing came out. Closing my mouth, I looked up at Wanda and saw her sad eyes instantly.

"No," I whispered, my voice breaking as a few tears fell down my cheeks, "no s-she-".

"I'm so sorry," she said sadly, pulling me into a hug.

When my arms hit her body, I pushed away, "DON'T TOUCH ME," I screamed, shock filling Wanda's face as I pushed her back into the table that held the computer.

"No," I said again, standing up slowly and walking to the far wall, "no no no," I repeated, flicking through the pieces of paper all over the floor, "please," I mumbled, trying to find a fault in this piece of information.

"Baby," Wanda sighed, grabbing my hands lightly.

I looked up at her green eyes and shook my head, "please Wanda ... no."

She frowned and grabbed my body, quickly pulling me into her lap and holding my head tightly against her chest.

"LET ME GO," I shouted, pulling against her arms.

"It's okay," she whispered in a really calm tone, holding me as tight as she could.

"PLEASE," I begged, struggling more until Wanda had to use her powers to keep my body against hers.

"It's okay baby," she sighed, kissing my head.

"Please," I sobbed, my struggle lessening as she left a long kiss on my head, running her hands on her arms gently.

"It's okay, it's going to be okay," she whispered.

I shook my head, tears rapidly flowing down my face, trying to fight her hold one more time.

"You're okay," she told me slowly as I gave up my fight.

I felt my arms de-tense and a deep wail leave the back of my throat.

"You're okay," she kissed my head again and held me lightly, letting me wrap me relax in her hold.

Shaking my head again, multiple sobs wracked my body, and I felt all my walls break down as I shattered to pieces on the floor.

"You're okay, it's all going to be okay," Wanda told me slowly, letting me sob into her chest.

I shook my head quickly and let myself fall apart in all the ways I knew how.

After God knows how long, I finally ran out of tears but Wanda was still talking to me softly. When my shoulders had stopped shaking and my breathing slowed down, she stopped talking and cupped my cheek so I could look at her.

"You're going to be okay," she whispered.

I shook my head slowly and bit my lip, "I don't want to do this anymore," I mumbled.

Wanda furrowed her brows and rubbed her thumb along my cheekbones slowly.

"I can't live like this anymore; I love you, but I d-don't even know who I am. I can't do it anymore Wanda, I don't want to be here," I started crying again, backing away from her slowly.