SILVER | P. Maximoff [X-MEN]

Ⓧ | Obscure

(Italics mean a flashback)
(Warning: some triggering content, suicidal talk)

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She heard the feet of the school girls following close behind her as she locked the bathroom stall door behind her. She nervously sat down on the toilets frame listening to the pounding hits against the door, wishing that the lock would be strong enough to hold. She clutched the red gem charm of her cocker necklace frankly. "It's okay. It's oka-"

"You in there, redheaded slut? Or is every boy in there with you?", the angered girl pounded on the door. Wanda hugged her arms tightly against her grasp. Her frightened stirred body, she didn't want to lose control. Every loud bang against the stall's metal door made her tense up more. Don't show. Don't break. Her heart pounded the same tempo.

"Hey bitch, you don't want to come out? Fine!" The girl's angry slamming against the door stoped as the girls footsteps paced around the bathroom. "Remember that you're trash, you mise well smell like it two."

Wanda quickly brought her backpack above her head as the trash can dumped from above her. Wet used napkin, pepper towels and tossed garbage fell onto her. The girls behind the stall door's other side laughed. Listening to their chopped conversations and giggles as there footsteps left her alone.

As the school bell rang, she glared up at herself in the mirror. She threw her bag to the ground and leaned her hands against the counter. She took a deep breath in. She needed a pep talk. "It's alright. It's fine. You go into the classroom and do fantastic.", she muttered to herself. The door of the bathroom slammed shut as a group of girls walked in. "Who are you talking to? There's nobody else here.", the three girls mocked.

Wanda picked her bag off the ground, picking up her textbooks. They pushed them out of her hands onto the bathroom floor. Okay, she got the hint. Ninth grade sucked, she didn't need the reminder. They glared at her stuff on the ground. "Romeo and Juliet.", the girl read the title of the book on the ground. "You're so lonely that you talk to yourself?", the girl laughed at her. "You're a freak. Why are you such a freak show?"

"Why are you so ordinary?", Wanda snapped back as she grabbed her stuff from the ground. The girl pinned her against the wall and started to speak. "You think you're so unique just because you act like an antisocial mess. You're not. You are just another grunge girl with daddy issues."

    Her body sat cozy in the safety of her own bed, Nestled in the warm covers around her body as she sat up with the safety of her best friend beside her. Her voice carefully mumbled, "I know what it's like to hate yourself for something you can't change." She looked sharply at her arm before uncovering the many scratches and scars that lined up and down. Most where faded but a couple still kept a noticeable view. "A bad habit that can remind you about every second." Her soft fingertips grazed upon the rugged scars. Her voice gave a small laugh but not an amused one. "It took me forever to wear short sleeves again." The girl beside her looked let down about Wanda's past doings. She didn't understand. "Each one is an ugly reminder.", Wanda spoke, pointing to a scar, "This one was my fist ever one when I turned thirteen. I did this to myself when I accidentally killed four boys with my powers." She moved her hand, pointing towards another scar. "This one was when my stepfather first moved in. He said I was nothing, he said I freak in this world." And years ago she had believed it. That stepfather that used to beat her blinded by herself hate. She believed the worst that came to her.