Wandanat/ Scarletwidow oneshots

Wake Me When It's Over

TW: Self harm, drugs, overall dark themes, addiction, death, self mutilation, Vomiting.

I think I need to bleed to heal it

Wanda stared at her hands in disbelief.

She could'nt fathom all the damage she'd caused.

She thought about all the people who had been caught in her blast, all the children that never woke up, all the infants screaming for their mothers, unaware that their bodies lay lifeless beside the crib.

All the people who grew up, spoke their first words, who learned to ride a bike, who held their mothers hand on the first day of school, who decided to give smoking a try, who cried on their wedding day.

She didnt know wether to scream or cry.

I think I want to start by feeling human

Wanda sat in the coner of her room, staring into the mirror perched on the wall.

She didn't recognize herself anymore.

She didn't feel like anyone anymore.

The world started to gray out.

She wanted to cry, but she couldn't.

She wanted to scream, but she couldn't.

She wanted to feel something.

But she couldn't.

To keep on moving in it for the absolousion

She had watched her brother die.

Her twin.

The only thing she had left.

She had made promises to him.

But they were getting harder to keep everyday.

There was too much pain.

It needed to be manifested.

Safty from the persicution out there

She had heard the news, read the headlines.

Heard the rumours of the woman who caused the blast.

The demon who killed a city.

She didn't care anymore how much they puffed it up with lies and exateration.

It all felt real to her.

She couldn't face it.

Couldn't face what she'd done.

Beneath the nightmare

So she hid.

In her room.

Too lost to feel.

Too tired to sleep.

Too sad to cry.

Too angry to scream.

And the need grew stronger.

Too strong to ignore.

She rifled through her backpack, the only remaining thing from her old life.

She pulled out an old leather satchel.

And from the leather satchel she pulled a razor blade.

And as she pressed the blade against her she remembered a song.

A song she had heard so long ago.

Maybe somewhere in a dream.

So wake me when it's over