Weak.
Useless.
Liability.
Nothing.
Who are you to stand with them?
You may be the most powerful of them all before, but you're not now.
You're dying.
Gritting my teeth, I pulled up the case hidden behind my desk and gave it a once over.
My head pounded and the voices were encasing my mind.
I had longed changed out of my uniform and put on a navy blue hoodie with black leggings.
They were meant to cover the blue veins torturous words. However, I'd be lying if I said they didn't still threaten my sanity.
"Shut up," I snarled, tone low as I shakily undid the case, revealing two more purple tubes, displayed within it.
A small gun syringe lay unmoving and my fingers trembled as I reach for it.
I only had two left.
If I use it, I'd only have one.
Then what?
Fear was palpable in my throat. The last time I injected the serum into me, it wore off quicker than I expected.
How long do you think it's going to take until this thing does the same?
Sighing, I slam the case back close and threw myself back into my bed.
I couldn't use it. The serum was only for emergency situations. For the time being, I'd had to hold off on my own.
Closing my eyes, I splayed my hands across the sheets, feeling my bed and the comfort it was trying to give me.
The soft material did nothing to ease the pain that had made itself home in my mind and my heart.
I can still hear the screams of terror over what happened in Lagos. It made me feel weak. That weakness seemed to be swallowing me whole.
"Why didn't you double-check the locations?" Opening my eyes, I glare at the ceiling. "Why aren't your abilities working?"
Maybe we could have stopped Rumlow before it even happened, hell--maybe we could have stopped all of this.
"Why aren't you as powerful as before?" I start to ramble, blurting words out loud as though someone would give me an answer.
"Why aren't you scared of your abilities like last time when you would beg them to go away?"
The silence continued.
I didn't understand, no--I don't understand.
Why is this happening?
Enraged, the small counter beside me, flew against the wall, leaving a trail of black and blue, making a crack appear in the plaster.
I let out a cry when the veins burned, my fingers gripping my wrist in pain.
"Why are you dying?!" My whole body shook in regret and fear.
Turning to my side, I curl on the bed, the tears silently slipping through.
Why.
Why.
WHY.
It's too much. Everything is happening around me all at once and my soul was beginning to shatter.
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The Dark Witch: Fallen (Avengers Fanfic)
Fanfiction"I don't think we're suppose to go in there," "What happened to being reckless?" "That was before it was clear I wasn't going to die!" ~~@@@~~ BOOK 2 The Dark Witch returns. No longer is she plagued by memories of her past. Instead she finds the mor...
