Marvel Women One Shots

Silence

TW of SA
⚠️ This chapter includes talk about SEXUAL HARASSMENT and graphic scene decription, please don't read if you're uncomfortable or sensitive for this topic. ⚠️


'What's going on?' I just stood there, looking empty at her.

'It's over.' I breathed out without making eye contact.

'What?' She whispered like something was blocking her airways.

'I don't want to be with you anymore.' Even if that was actually what I felt at the moment, it still hurts incredibly bad. 'It's over.' I wanted to walk away, but she grabbed my hand.

'No, please. Talk to me. What's going on? Did I do something? Something happened?' Tears started streaming down her face, but I couldn't do anything about it. I don't have energy for it anymore.

'Nothing. It's me. Just... forgot about me.' I whispered, wanting only to dissappear. I'm sorry.

'Why?' She sobbed heartbroken. 'At least look at me. Look at me and tell it's over. I don't believe you.' I forced myself to look into her red, teary eyes.

'Leave me alone, Carol.' She stumbled back in shock. I turned around and walked out of the school. I couldn't stay here. I drove back home, knowing that it'll be empty till Ingrid will come back from school.


I walked to my room and looked at the bed. My tongue feels numb, and my mind is empty. I don't want to be here. I don't want to exist anymore. My eyes landed on the bathroom doors, and that's where I go. I opened the shower and walked in with clothes. Water soaked all materials on me, but I couldn't care less. I closed my eyes, feeling streaming water. I want to wash him of me, but I know it's impossible. I know that it isn't cause I washed many times since the assault and I still feel the same. Dirty, used, awful. Nothing helps, especially people around me.

They ask questions. They ask a lot, and I'm just too sick to answer them. I can't even wrap my mind around it. I don't want to. I want to forget. I want to move on. I don't want any of this. I can't get these flashbacks out of my head. And every time I'm back there. In this small, dark bathroom. I ask myself why I didn't do anything. Why I didn't push him? Why I didn't scream? Why I didn't fight? Or did I...

'What the hell are you doing?!' I felt how someone dragged me out of the shower. The water stopped streaming down my spine, and I felt the coldness overwhelm me again. Ingrid grabbed my face, forcing me to look at her. 'What's going on?' Her expression soften. She seemed sad.

'Nothing.' I whispered with hoarseness. She didn't seem convinced, but I didn't question it.

'Here.' She gave me a towel and walked out of the bathroom. I looked at the soft material in my hands but didn't move. Shouldn't she be at school? 'I saw Carol.' I heard her from my room and hummed in response. 'She was... heartbroken and concern?' She stood in front of me with clean clothes. 'She also didn't want to tell me what's happened.' She turned around, allowing me to change in peace, but I didn't want to. I didn't want to look at myself, at my body. 'Until I forced her to tell me at least where were you and she said that: "I'm not sure I should know. She doesn't want to know me anymore." And I needed to calm her down for next hour.' I hummed again, closing my eyes and taking my clothes off. 'If you care, she's at home. Safe.' I changed and opened my eyes. At least she gave me sweatpants and a hoodie like I had before. I walked past her, heading downstairs. 'Can you tell me what happened?!' She yelled, frustrated running after me.

'Nothing.' I whispered, pretty sure she can't hear me.

'Don't do this to me. Don't ignore me. I'm not blind. I can see you're struggling. I'm also not stupid. I know that you broke up with Carol.' She sighed loudly. 'You can't convince me that taking shower fully clothed is normal behavior. What's going on? I want to help you, but I can't when I don't know what's going on. You changed. What happened on Friday? You won't convince me that nothing. I don't believe that you felt sick. Even if you're sick, you act like you can move mountains.' I stood there listening to her without moving single muscle. She stood behind me and hugged me from the back. 'I'm your sister. I'll keep a secret if you want. I'm not gonna tell moms or Carol or anyone if you don't want me to. But please...' Her grip became tigher. 'Talk to me.'