Before she knew it, it was already the end of the week. No one had come to see her or even knocked on her door but she didn't blame them, she blamed herself. She always did. It was another day of sitting on the floor next to her bed crying the pain away. Wanda had hoped that the feeling would go away like a common cold. The funny thing is it doesn't feel like a common cold. It's like when you have a bad cold and you forget how to breath through your nose and your so sure you'll never be able to breath through your nose again, and she was so sure she'll never feel joy again.
The only difference is that you can call in sick to life. Your able to take a pause and let others care for you but you can't call in "sad" to life. You can't go out shopping to a store and look for the "sad" isle. When you feel this way there is no taking a pause.
No one was stopping her from feeling this way but no one was helping her either. The truth is she didn't want to get out. If she got out, then that means she has to be a person again. Have to get out of bed, put on clothes, eat a bowl of cereal at least, take care of this terrible body that refuses to take care of her. All she could do right now was cry, if she doesn't then there might be nothing left.
Wanda was so tired of it all. She needed to escape. So she got up, grabbed her towel, and headed out of her room to the bathroom. She didn't bother to check if anyone was around, she didn't care. Even though a bath sounded good she opted for a shower instead. The girl waited until the water was warm to get in and once she did she sat on the floor, pulling her knees to her chest, hugging herself close. Her eyes drifted to the crack in her shower floor which was in the shape of the Pratt river and she knew this because she sat on floor of the shower so often it has become a permanent imprint in her thigh.
This used to be the place she would go to get away but now it just brought her back to the reason she was here in the first place. Stark. HYDRA. Ultron. Pietro.
A strong part of her blamed him for leaving her alone in this place. If she had just let him stay with her then he'd be okay. Hot tears mixed with the water as it ran down her face. Just thinking about him broke her heart. It would always confuse her why she was feeling all of this now and not the moment he died. She had never blamed him or anyone else for what happened nor did she cry over him, at least she didn't think she did.
After a long time spent in the bathroom, Wanda returned back to the spot she was in once she had changed. Not five minutes go by when Vision phases through her wall.
"Vision! You can't do that!" She yelled as tears continued to stream down her cheeks.
"My apologies, Wanda. It was never my intention to frighten you." He watched as she scooted back away from him with her shaking hands. "You have not left your room in days. This grew worry for you in me-"
"Get out! Now!" Her eyes glowed red.
"I'm afraid i cannot do that. From what i understand, it is not heathy for one to be in ones room for such a long period of time-"
"Leave." Wanda created a ball of hex in her hands using it to control his stone. Her hands danced carefully making sure not to hurt him before pushing the ball at him, causing him to phase back through the wall. Once he was out she put a shield of her hex around each of her walls to make sure he wasn't phasing through again. With a breath she put her head on her knees, sobbing.
Vision had tried to phase back into her wall but something seemed to be blocking him. It just so happens that Clint was watching the whole time. "You shouldn't have done that."
The android turned to look at him. "I don't believe i understand."
"She wants to be left alone. So we've done that and she's slowly letting us in but now i think we're back to square one. We can't bombard her like that, it'll just make her worse. Give it time, she'll come around."
