Sweetheart- Elizabeth Olsen X Daughter

"The Only One."

TW⚠️ SH

POV EILEEN

Lizzie led me to where I asked, the bathroom, even though that with all the constant thought inside my head, I almost forgot I had use the toilet. Before anything, I take a look at the mirror. My God. I look terrible. My face is smudged, and just to get better, under my slightly red eyes, lays some purple bags. I take a deep breath, bringing my hand up to my head, pushing some hair strands back.

My real eyes suddenly find my mirrored eyes. I wouldn't be able to tell what I'm feeling looking at those cloudy eyes. I force my lips into a small smile, changing drastically my expression. I'm okay. I may not be, but I am. You know. I can't not be.

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Feeling my legs awfully tired, I run my hands through the edges of the marbel sink, feeling an unexpected sharp pain. By instinct, I pull away. As I look down at my palm, I see a small cut. It's not big, and it's definitely not noticeable. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, putting my hand back at the sharp edge again. My breath starts to pick, anxiously waiting for the pain to run through my nerves again. Then, I feel it, breaking a small piece of my skin. I keep it there for a minute or two, staring at my own reflex, numb. But it's not numb enough. I want to feel free enough to shout it to the whole fucking world.
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After using the bathroom, I burst through the door, keeping my fists shut. Each step I give is extremely tiring, like my energy is being pulled out of me as I walk.

"Hey, sweetie. Are you hungry?" I hear Lizzie say as I enter the living room. She's sitting by Anthony and Ava while she holds a plate full of pancakes. I force a smile and go sit by them.

Although I don't respond to her question, she hands me a smaller plate with two pancakes in it.

"Trust me, young lady, these are good pancakes." Lizzie smirks playfully, trying to lighten the mood. I look at the food for a second, grabbing it from her hands. She smiles at me, winking an eye. I can't help but let out a chuckle. She seems to be the only one who can make me feel slightly better today.

I put a piece of it in my mouth, distracted by everything else inside my head. It tastes really sweet, not too much. On point. I quietly hum, taking a quick glance at Lizzie, who's playing with Ava.

"We've gotta go to school. We're already late." Anthony blurts out of nowhere. All of our heads suddenly turn to him.

"Oh, honey, I think it's a good idea staying home today. It'll be nice! We can even do a movie marathon!" Lizzie's gentle voice breaks the tense atmosphere.

"No. I want to. I want to go to school. Just like every day else." He says, looking down at the carpet.

I should say something. I know I should. But I feel just like him. I wanna go back to normal. My fingernails push against my recently cut skin, making me wet my lips nervously and put my hands under my arms.

Elizabeth sighs loudly. "Will it make you feel better than in here?" She asks him quietly. While their talking, I keep my mouth shut, waiting for their reaction.

"Yes, Lizzie." He mumbles quietly. I pull my body closer to him, placing a kiss on the top of his head. Ant looks up at me, talking to me silently, only through the feelings inside our eyes. He's just as desperate as I am to go back to normal. But what we don't seem to actually believe is that that's not possible at all. It's gone.

"Okay." She whispers, playing with her fingers, looking straight through us. "Let me take you, then." She added, standing up in her feet.

About ten minutes later, we're ready to head out. Not much was spoken. There's not much to speak. Ava seems to acknowledge the heavy mood, so she just smiles at us. I'm not sure if I'm glad she doesn't understand much of it. Or, maybe, she still doesn't believe it's true.