This is an extremely dark story. Trigger warning for abuse, rape, self harm, abortion. Nothing graphic but it is a main topic.
Disclamer: I don't own any of the characters

It had been a month since Skye had betrayed the team. Fitz and Simmons tried to act like everything was okay, but Skye could see right through their act. Coulson's words were burned in the back of Skye's mind. She knew that nothing would ever be the same. May and Skye had never had a real conversation, so nothing really changed between them. It was Ward who had hurt Skye the most, though. After years of learning the same lesson over and over again, you would think that she would have it. But she didn't. She let herself get close, she let herself care. And in the end, she got hurt. 'Emotions are weakness' had become her mantra ever since she was twelve. It had kept her safe, safe from caring.

At first, she tried to act like nothing was wrong, as if things were the same. But as time went on she slowly realized that things would never be the same. The team was ignoring her. That's probably what triggered it. She could handle being yelled at, having things thrown at her. But being ignored was completely new. Even when she lived in her van, she had a family with the Rising Tide. Now she had no one.

After the first week, her appetite left her. After the second, sleep no longer was an option. And then the third week after the betrayal, something snapped in Skye. She hadn't cut in years. And now she did it on a nightly basis. It became a routine. Every morning, before even May was awake, she would go to the bathroom and take a shower and carefully clean any evidence away. Then she would go to the kitchen and get coffee, and go back to the safety of her bunk. She would stay there until way past dark, and go punch the crap out of the bag. Just because her SO no longer cared, didn't mean that she had given up. After her midnight work out she would take a shower go back to her bunk and type on her computer. Sometimes they had missions requiring her, never once did anyone thank her.

By the fourth week, she was tired, no exhausted. She was exhausted from the lack of sleep, but more so the endless cycle. Exactly one month since Skye's betrayal, Ward was told to get Skye for a mission briefing.

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At first, he thought that Skye was asleep, then he realized her breathing was way too shallow to be sleeping.

"Simmons!" He called.
"What? Oh my, Ward get her to the lab, now!" Simmons said running in, and checking for a pulse. When Ward called Simmons, the rest of the team came as well. Now May and Coulson were standing in Skye's too clean, too neat bunk.
"Coulson, May, search Skye's room for anything that shouldn't be there," Simmons said through the speaker a few minutes later. Quickly getting to work, Coulson felt a pang of pity as he saw what she had. A few flannel shirts, a couple tank tops, pants and shorts. Her clothing barely filled the top draw of the small dresser. Going down to the second, he found nothing odd. Just a few pieces of jewelry, and then some odd knick knacks. The bottom draw had her laptop and charger. And a box that seemed out of place. Inside were journals. Looking inside, he realized that they were diaries. He was about to put the box away when he heard something small fall in the box. A few minutes later he found five USB sticks inside a hollowed out journal. Deciding to take the whole box with him he stood up, to find the room exactly how it was when they walked in. Except May was looking very carefully at the bed. Lifting the corner of the mattress up, she found a small chip in the bed frame. Carefully prying it open she gasped slightly. Leaning over to see what May found, Coulson stepped back, shocked. Inside were bandages covered in blood. Also inside was a knife and a bottle of pills.
"May?" Coulson couldn't help but ask.
"It looks an antidepressant," May said calmly. Trying to hide any trace of horror she felt.

Simply nodding, she left the room with the small bottle to inform Simmons what was happening.

Sighing, Coulson got up and went to his office. Hating invading her privacy, yet knowing it was for her own good. He noticed that every entry was signed with a different name. The earliest journal was filled with mostly drawings, drawings of a house with a mother, father, and a little girl. The drawings were complete with a big yellow dog and a white picket fence. The next journal was filled with questions, sometimes I wonder why I don't have a family. Did they not want me? Was I not good enough? Even in Skye's young and childish handwriting, he could tell that at age six, she had gone through more than most adults do. Then they progressed. Pages upon pages of handwriting, her handwriting was always a neat cursive, it was obvious that the nuns put penmanship at the top of their priorities. Coulson noticed that throughout the journals, as Skye got older her writing got less and less hopeful. She stopped talking about what she would say if her real parents ever came back. She stopped writing about the different foster families she hoped to impress. Instead, she talked more about survival. Then on the last page of the last journal, she wrote about finally finding a family, then she signed off with the name Skye.

The last entry was dated too early to be Shield, so it must have been the Rising Tide. Neatly putting the journals back into the box, Coulson looked at the USBs. Once again sighing, he downloaded everything from all of them. Coulson was shocked to see the results that popped up on his screen. Newspaper reports, medical records, school records… Any and all traces of Skye were deleted from the internet and put onto these hard drives. He was about to begin looking at the data when May came in.

"Coulson, Skye is stable, but Simmons wants you to come down," she said.
"Okay, in a minute, but first can you look at the security footage, and find when this all started?" Just nodding, May went to the mainframe to grab said footage.

Coulson then began to read the documents. Hospital reports were presented. Broken nose at age seven, broken wrist at age eight, fractured leg at age nine. Collarbone at ten. Four ribs at age eleven. And the list went on and on. Every incident had an excuse; falling down the stairs, falling off the playground, tripping and falling. But it was obvious what really happened, Skye had been abused. The next USB had police reports. Documents of the local police creating cases against different foster families Skye had. Every document Coulson read, caused him to feel that much worse. But one really caught his eye. Victim shows signs of rape. That one little line practically killed him. By the date, Skye was only fifteen when it had happened. Shield had put Skye in the system to protect her, instead, all they did was put her in abusive homes. The next file was unnamed, when he opened it, his heart dropped. Abortion records, she was only sixteen. The dates lined up, who ever had raped her, also got her pregnant.

He was pulled away from his thoughts when May came back up with the footage. Both paled as they watched Skye stop eating and sleeping. The watched Skye go every night and work herself until she looked ready to pass out, then every morning wash the blood off her body.

Pinching his nose slightly, Coulson said, "How did we miss the signs?"

"Everyone was ignoring her, especially Ward," May answered. Coulson just shook his head lightly and then put the USBs in the box. Walking out of the office and into the lab, May not far behind.
"Sir, she is stable," Simmons said when she saw Coulson. Skye was unconscious on the lab table. Fitz was taking a blood sample, and Ward was sitting at the end the table. Seeing her on the table, she looked so young and innocent, yet that was not the reality.
"Physically, Skye will make a full recovery," Simmons said.
"Simmons, what is it?" Coulson said, sensing that there was a 'but.'
"I just wanted to know what triggered it again."
"Again?" May asked.

Nodding, Simmons walked over to the unconscious girl and flipped her wrist over. On her wrist was a very thin scar, but it was obvious was the intentions were.
"It dated back to about ten years ago," Simmons said uncertainly. Fourteen. Skye was fourteen the first time she tried to take her life.

"Also, we found some scars, some obviously very recent, but some much older," Simmons said in a very doctor like way. Everyone knew that was the only way that she was keeping it together.
"Some were inflicted by herself… But a lot of them were inflicted by another person. Sir, do you know who might have caused this?"

Coulson thought back to the files he just read, "Yes, but that is her information to give."
"Ward you have been very quiet, you're her SO, did you notice anything?" Simmons asked.
"I'm not her SO, she is a traitor," Ward hissed.
"Ward, you are the reason that we are here," Coulson snapped.
"What?" Ward said, followed by Fitz and Simmons looking confused.
"It is because we, myself included having been ignoring her that we are here. But, Ward, it was you who finally broke her. Do you remember what you said? 'No one wants you here'"

Ward's face just became filled with regret as he remembered that. Skye had been trying to apologize for the millionth time, and Ward just brushed her off. Saying what dozens of foster families had told her. She wasn't a good 'fit.'
"Here, read this," Coulson said, putting Skye's box on a table. An hour went by as everyone read the shocking information. Once everyone had finished, Coulson just said, "I know that she betrayed the team, but we asked her to turn her back on the only family that she ever had. Now, when she wakes up, I hope that you guys try to repair your relationship with her."