On the Inside with Elizabeth Olsen

Singer and An Actress

Sorry for the long wait in between chapters! ❤️❤️
I hit a wall mentally and couldn't get anything going for this story. So, I put my time into my Marvel One Shots. Which I highly recommend reading! They are some of the best-written things I've put out.

Plus, I've had some significant changes in my life that needed to be taken care of. But! I'm back for this. I'm happy with this chapter, and I'm excited for the future!

Get some water if you don't have it already!

TW: Mentions and actions of abuse

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I was going to save the note talk for later, but why not do it now?

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April 22, 2022

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Over One Month Earlier

Y/N POV

I flop my arm over onto what should be Liz's side of the bed but feel nothing.

It's cold. Has been for a while.

With a quiet groan, I slide my arm away from her side and flip over onto my back. I regret last night.

Oh God, the drinking.

I refuse to open my eyes. The second I do, then that means the day needs to be dealt with, and I don't want to do anything but lay in bed and try to get the suffering to stop.

Yet, I whine again and rub my eyes. Fuck, my head is killing me, and I can't tell if it's because of how dehydrated I feel or if it's because I think I remember crying last night. I just don't remember how much I cried.

Oh fuck. I probably ugly cried, too.

I squeeze my eyes and try to remember the night before. After a few seconds, the picture becomes a little clearer to me. Yeah, I ugly cried. I groan once again and mentally prepare myself to wake up.

"One," I say out loud. "Two." As I move my body to prepare to sit up. "And thre-"

Giggles.

I freeze and open my right eye to the shimmering sunlight penetrating the room, and through my squint, I see Liz sitting on my dresser, smiling in my oversized flannel. Phone in her hand. I blink my eyes open and adjust myself to look at her thoroughly. "Beautiful." I let an inside thought out with a mumble, earning another smile from her lips. "Why, thank you." She says before pulling up her phone to point it in my direction. "What are you doing?" I ask before I wince from how loud my own voice is. "Taking another picture."

Another?

"Here, look." Liz excitedly gets off the dresser and walks to the edge of the bed to hold her phone out in front of me. I sit up a little and let the aches roll off my back. When I look at the phone, I can't help but laugh at the sight of me knocked out on the bed. Different positions throughout the morning. It's unflattering, but the smile on Liz's face tells me all I need to know.