Alone - Wanda Maximoff

Prologue

Wanda POV

I stare into the mirror at the person staring back at me. the disgusting, worthless , ugly person. I don't know when I started to hate myself, I guess it came on somewhat suddenly a few years ago. It's like something took over my brain and revealed the truth to me. As I suck in my stomach and stand a little taller I feel a tear roll down my cheek. I had been on this stupid diet for months and yet I still hadn't reached my goal weight. In a strong  burst of anger I pick up my hairbrush and launch it towards the mirror. Suddenly I am surrounded by small shards  of glass. Without thinking I take a step backwards before hissing in pain. A piece of glass had dragged a line into my ankle.

"You deserve it you bitch"  ah the lovely voice in my head has finally made another appearance. Suddenly an urge overtakes my body and I bend down picking up a small sharp shard of glass to examine it. I take a deep breath before holding it to my wrist and pressing down dragging it into my arm. It felt so... freeing. By the time I look down I had made another fifteen or so cuts. Realising what I have done I put down the glass and begin to clean the other shards of the floor.

"Wanda?" I hear Clint's voice echoing from the other side of the door.

"I- um yeah?" I call back

"Are you alright in there? I heard something smash." Clint asked

"Yeah, uh everything is fine I just dropped a cup" I replied quickly.

"If you want I can help you cle..." Clint started as he began to open the door but I quickly pull it shut again. I couldn't let him see me like this.

"No it's fine" I yell back through the now closed door.

"Okay if you say so" Clint replied slightly in shock at the girls outburst.