Tony Starks daughter

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I'm currently sitting at the bar tracing the edge of my whiskey glass, when Nat comes to sit beside me. "Don't let your dad catch you with that stuff, lora." She chuckles and ruffles my hair; I pull my head away "I told you to stop doing this." I mumble and down the rest of the liquor. Nat smiles amused but I can see a hint concern in her eyes. "Slow down, kiddo. You don't want to end up like your old man." I sigh "I suppose your right." I rest my head on my hands. "What is going on?" I shake my head a bit annoyed Nat can always look right through me. "mom's deaths anniversary is tomorrow, dad forgot though." I slowly turn to her seeing the pity I always get when talking about mom, that's what annoys me the most, people always pity me but when I really need someone to talk, they're always busy. "I'm sorry hun, if you want, I can hint it caref-" I interrupt her, "nah it's better if he doesn't remember, otherwise he will drown in his liquors again...just like the last years." She sighs and puts a hand on my shoulder. "You sure hun? Don't you think he has a right to know?" I look down. Perhaps she's right and I should tell him, but I don't want to lose my dad again, I mean I still have a bit time to think about it right? Yeah, I can just decide in the morning. "Perhaps, I'll think about it." She gives me a reassuring smile and pats my shoulder "I'm here if you need to talk, you know that right?" She asks and I nod in response, I know I could talk to her the problem is just I have no idea how to talk about my damn feelings, what the scars on my body show. For a while we just sit there in comfortable silence then I decide to go to bed. "If you see dad, can you tell him I went to bed?" She nods and smiles though there's still this spark of concern and pity lingering in her eyes.

I leave and go to my room, it's very spacious and I decorated it myself. I walk to my bed and sit down resting my arms on my knees burying my head in my hands. My thoughts thrift to the box under my bed where I keep my blades and bandages, I try to fight the urge but, in the end, I kneel and pull the box from under the bed. I take a deep breath and open it and take out one of the many blades then I strip out off my trousers. I slowly put the blade on my thigh and slide down, I bite my bottom lip to keep quiet. After a while my thigh and the blade are bloody, I grab the box again to get stuff to tend the cuts. After I'm done, I put the box back under the bed and climb in my bed under my sheets, then the feeling of guilt hits me like every time I cut myself. I sob into the pillows and after a while I fall asleep.

The next morning, I force myself to get up because of school, I normally like school but today I'm just not really in the mood to do anything else than crying. I get up, get some clothes and go shower, the cuts from yesterday sting but it feels good in a weird way. After I'm done getting ready, I enter the kitchen where Steve is making something to eat. "Smells good." I force a smile and Steve turns around "Morning Lora, you can have some if you want." I shake my head forcing myself to keep smiling "I'm good but thanks." I pour some coffee in the same mug I use every morning. "That's everything you're gonna eat?" he asks his voice full of concern and pus some bacon and eggs on his plate. "I will get something on the way don't worry." I leave for school but I can feel his gaze lingering on my back.

I sit alone in the cafeteria; you would think as daughter of tony stark I have many friends but nope. When I first came to this school everyone wanted to be my friend, well they rather wanted to get fame and money, so I rejected every request to be friends with anyone and concentrated on my grades. Don't get me wrong though, I have friends just not in school. I put on my headphones and connect my phone. I pull my book out of my bag, The picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde one of my favourite authors. i read basically every book i get my hands on, mostly smut but sometimes a classic or fantasy is good too.