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a mess - Natasha Romanoff

hey guys I'm not writing a part 3 to married and forgotten because I have no ideas, I'm really sorry about it but I'm just stumped, it's really hard to think of something anyway here's a new chapter

Natasha's pov

my daughter y/n has always been my little happy mini me and she can walk into a room full of miserable people and all she has to do is smile and the room atmosphere changes to a happy environment. my y/n goes to a regular school because I wanted her to have a social life and friends cause its good for her health. like any other day y/n got up early did training ate breakfast, showered, got ready, went to school, came back from school, done homework in the kitchen, went upstairs for a few hours then joined us all to watch a film. no one went in her room because they wanted to respect her privacy as Shes a teenager now. 

I was sitting in the living room waiting for y/n to come downstairs I'd say me and her have a great relationship she can talk to me about anything and it's just a really close mother and daughter bond that's unbreakable. y/n walked into the living room pjs on and cuddle me while we watched a film. 

we were about 3 quarters the way through the film when I heard quiet snores from my daughter that had fallen asleep in my arms, I smiled at her and carried her to her room very careful not to wake her up. I opened her door and was shocked, there was clothes and stuff all scattered around her bedroom floor and everything was a mess this was a shocker for sure. I laid her in bed and carried on with my night still shocked about it. 

rewind to 3 weeks ago 

y/n pov

I was always the 'perfect' girl I never looked like the girl that was suffering in silence, messy room, was very depressed and was self-harming. no one would ever think that but it's all true and there but it's not visible. I've always been a mummer's girl I know I can tell her anything, but I was scared to talk to her about this because it's nothing compared to what Shes been through it would sound pathetic. 

about 3 weeks ago I felt another episode coming on and my routine was wake up early, go train to stay in shape and have the body everyone thinks girls should have, eat breakfast with my mum so she thinks I'm eating, go bathroom throw it all up and take a really hot shower, go to school to get bullied, come home from being bullied, go upstairs and cover all the marks and stuff up so mum don't see, do my homework so she thinks I'm not failing, go back upstairs go on social media and cut cause of hate, get in baggy pjs and watch a film with mum finally go back upstairs and cry till I fall asleep. 

about 2 weeks ago I started doing more of the cutting and hot showers because it got rid of the pain in my mind. I started not looking after my room so it was messy, and you couldn't see my floor. I was being bullied worse at school so I took my makeup to school so when I got home it would like nothing happened. 

about 1 week ago it just got worse and worse there was piles of clothes on my floor I had to take makeup everywhere I went as well. I'm surprised my mum hasn't caught onto this yet as she is an ex Russian spy but I'm happy she hasn't caught onto it because she'd probably scoff at it all cause she's gone through worse. 

today it's been 5 days since I've slept, and I carried on with my routine and fell asleep in my mum's arms because I was so goddamn tired. 

next day  

I woke up in my bedroom and I was just thinking shit my mum saw everything and I was scared about it. I walked out my room to none of the less my mum was standing in the living room staring at me and the rest of the team sitting on the couches looking at me.... they all knew FUCK. 

Natasha's pov 

I needed to talk to y/n this morning as I need to know what's going on as her room state needs explaining asap. I was stood in the living room looking at the door standing with my legs apart a bit, arms crossed and my poker face on. I motioned for her to sit down which she did. 

"what's going on and don't bullshit because I will know young lady" I told her, and her facial features changed straight away she looked numb. "I don't know where to start" she replied with "the start y/n right from the start" I said sternly. 

"about 3 weeks ago I was feeling more depressed than usual and I started self-harming, I started failing at school, I'm being bullied at school, I did more training because I wanted to look like how girls should look like, 2 weeks ago it all got worse and I was throwing up my meals and doing everything more and worse, 1 week ago it got even worse I don't know how it did but it just happened I was even wearing makeup 24/7 so no one would notice and I stopped looking after my room" my daughter said all of that in a sad tone with a numb facial expression looking at the floor, I couldn't believe it. "Sweetheart why didn't you tell someone" I asked in a sweet tone "because I was scared you was going to scoff at me and think I'm pathetic because you've been through worse and so has everyone else" I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces it hurt a lot that she was feeling like this. 

Wanda grabbed the makeup remover wipes and started wiping all the makeup off y/n's face all our mouths dropped open when we see the bruises, the black eye, all the cuts and the bags under her eyes we were shocked this had even happened. I hate to think what the bruises on the rest of her body looked like. 

I dragged y/n out of school and home schooled her for the rest of her school life. me and Wanda was helping y/n eat and help her keep it down. someone was with my daughter at all times, so she wasn't harming herself. she deleted her socials and used normal texts to get hold of her friends. finally, we all helped y/n clean her room. 

She's been 2 years clean of everything and talks to us about everything we are all so proud of her. we are still all there for her down times and always checking in her and she comes to us all if there's a problem or something bothering her and so we decided we was going to throw a party for how well she is doing.