Olivia Marie Smith is the soulmate to the avengers. She just moved from Mississippi to Manhattan, New York with her mom, after her dad died in a plane crash. Watch her life unfold after she meets her mates and what her mom thinks.
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There are gonna be some depressing thoughts and some self-harming in here. Talk about needles but only for a little bit.
Bored, that is what can describe my mood. My mates left awhile ago, to try and find Thomas. Now I have nothing to do, that might not be true but nothing is holding my interest. (Me right now not allowed to do fun things. Stupid Corona.) I have played all the games on my phone and watched enough TV for me. Now I am hanging upside down on the couch trying to think of something to do. I reached for my bag only to realize it's just outta my reach. I rolled on the couch to try and reach it but fell off. That wasn't the most fun thing to do.
"Liv, you alright?" Clint asked as he walked into the room.
"Sure, just fell off the couch," I replied nonchalantly. He laughed and helped me up.
"I can't stay but I came to get you. They want to run your DNA against the blood that they got off the knife. They want to be able to tell the difference between your blood and Thomas'" Clint said rubbing the back of his neck. I think he was nervous that I would be mad at him.
"Ok, let's go!" I said with fake happiness. He chuckled and shook his head a little.
\(*~*)/ <--- This is Jerry he is providing our time skip.
"This is just gonna feel like a shot." Bruce provided the information and I nodded getting ready for the pinch.
"All done," Bruce told me moving to put the needle down than to put a bandaid on my arm. After that, I said goodbye and went back to the room. When I got there I noticed I never did quite grab my bag. I decided now would be the best time to find something to do.
"Alright, bag let's see what I find in here," I said mostly to myself. I started going through it when I came across a picture of me and my mom. It was older and taken by my aunt.
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This is just a random picture I found off the internet.
I started to tear up looking at it. I miss her, I guess I never really processed her death because of the whirl wind of events that happened. I came across some other pictures too, at this point I was crying but didn't do anything to stop it. I then remembered that the in her last moments she must have been worried about me. I wanted to cut again but she doesn't know if I did or didn't. What I spaced on was that I was moving to the bathroom in search of a blade. I needed a way to get rid of the pain I was feeling. When in there I found none and got upset, I went to the small kitchenette but there was no sharp objects. How hard was it to find something with a blade? I gave up and fell to the floor giving up on being alive, I crawled my way back to the living room but gave up halfway there. Now I was laying on the floor crying and wanting some release of the pain. That was when the Avengers walked in finding me in the walkway sobbing and scratching at my arms. I couldn't here what was happening, they were talking but with every step closer they got the farther away I crawled. They stopped trying to get close to me and my cries got quieter till everything went dark.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~So this is short but I wanted it out for y'all. I am starting on the Wrong number story and someone said that there should be more grieving and I agreed so I added some here.
