Chapter 1

Everyday, I feel like I'm drowning. It's almost like everytime I try to take a breath something keeps blocking my airways trying knock me unconscious, but I keep fighting.

"You've got your father's spirit" my mother would always say, I wish that I could say that about myself. My father died when I was five years old. He saved so many people and sacrificed himself to protect us all, and I can't help but hate him for it.

There had to be another way, there had to be another option. Someone else should have had to have that burden, not a man who had a family. My mother tries to share stories about her and my dad but I don't even listen anymore. All this talking about him isn't going to bring him back.

Its been eight years since my father destroyed Thanos and himself in the process. I have suffered ever since. I have been in therapy and have had a few psychiatric hospitalizations because I wanted to be with my father. My last one was about a year ago and I promised my mother that I wouldn't be going back. She told me that she wouldn't be able to stand losing me too. I don't understand why, if I was so special than why didn't my father want to stay here with us? Why did he kill himself? Why couldn't he let someone else take all the "glory"? These are questions that I will never have answers to, because my father is no longer here.

"Morgan!" my mother's voice rang throughout the house.

"Yes Mom?" I responded, I really didn't want to talk with her, I just didn't have the energy.

"Dinner's ready love, please come down stairs" my mother stated and then pranced her way to the dining room. I growled and got myself out of bed; I didn't feel like eating, I didn't feel like doing anything. All I wanted was to lie down and never wake up. I made my way to the bathroom and glanced at my reflection in the mirror. Boy do I look like shit I thought to myself. I turned on the faucet and splashed some water onto my face to try and wake myself up a bit. It didn't work.

I made my way downstairs and down the long hallway to the well lit dining room. My mother was quietly talking with the chef on the far side of the room.

"Ah Morgan, sweetheart. Please sit down for dinner" my mother stated.

"Actually Mom, I'm not feeling very hungry tonight. I think I might go to bed" I tried to get out of it. I just wasn't up to listening to another story about my father and just wanted to go to sleep.

"Sit down Morgan" my mother demanded, looking at me with stern eyes. I decided to listen to her, there was literally no point in arguing. I took a bite and then spent at least twenty minutes just playing with my food.

"C'mon Morgan, you haven't eaten anything all day. Please just actually try" my mother pleaded.

"Maybe I would actually eat, if this food didn't look like regurgitated baby food" I commented.

"That's enough young lady" my mother sighed. "I swear sometimes you are just like your…" before I knew it, I felt a surge of hatred and anger swarm throughout my body and I did the unthinkable.

"DON'T YOU DARE SAY FATHER! MY FATHER HASN'T BEEN IN MY LIFE SINCE I WAS FIVE BECAUSE HE WOULD RATHER BE DEAD THAN BE HERE WITH ME! FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES I DON'T EVEN HAVE A FATHER!" I screamed at my mother. She looked appalled like I had just threatened to eat her first born child or something. She was quiet at first but she surely enough she spoke up.

"Morgan, I understand that you are upset, but it is not okay to take about your…"

"THERE YOU GO TRYING TO SAY FATHER AGAIN! I WOULD RATHER ANYONE ON THIS EARTH BE MY FATHER OTHER THAN TONY STARK! UGH! I WISH I WAS NEVER BORN!" I screamed even louder, apparently that was enough to get on my mother's last nerve.

"That is enough! Your father saved billions of people and deserves more respect than what you give him. I can't sit here and listen to you speak of him this way. I can't believe you would disrespect him in this way Morgan, you should feel ashamed of that". I just glared at my mother. She was right, I was ashamed of myself, but not for the reason she described. I was ashamed to be Tony Stark's daughter. I was ashamed that I lived while he didn't. I was ashamed that I wasn't able to do anything from stopping my father make the biggest mistake of his life. What if though, it wasn't a mistake? What if he was onto something and had it all right. I took a step back.

"Maybe you're right Mom. Maybe… I am just like my father. And I am going to prove it you, and then maybe… just maybe you will be proud of me" and with that cold and heartless statement, I turned away from my mother and headed down the long hallway to the stairs. I walked up the stairs one step at a time and it felt like it was going to take forever to reach the top, but I didn't care. I had a plan on how to make everything better. I walked back into the bathroom and opened up the medicine cabinet and searched between the shelves until i found it. A yellow pill bottle prescribed to Anthony Stark. The prescription read Oxycontin taken for pain. I didn't even care that the medication was over eight years old. I just wanted the pain to end and what better way to end the pain than taking an entire bottle of painkillers. I dumped the contents of the pill bottle into my hand and stared at it. I closed my eyes and put the meds into my mouth and put my mouth to the faucet and swallowed a 30-day supply of pain medication.

I looked up everything started getting fuzzy and I felt really dizzy. My body wanted vomit and I started gagging but I did whatever I could to keep the contents inside. I got down on the ground and cuddled myself up on the floor. Closed my eyes and wished for it all to be over.