My head feel's heavy and like my brain is like soup, but hell does my head hurt. Slowly I try to sit up but a wave of nausea hits and I fall back down hitting my head against my pillow. Closing my eyes, I let the darkness engulf me, cutting me off from the rest of the world, I want to pretend like I don't exist. Taking a deep breath, I try to sit up again. I feel my head pulse, boom boom boom, against my skull. I can feel the exact spot I shot myself, right on my temple. A little voice in the back of my head wanted to die, hoped that it wouldn't only knock me out but also end it all. Finally, my eyes focus and I realize I'm not in the little med bay I was in before, I'm in a cell, a cell for an Inhuman. I'm dangerous and they know it, maybe if I get out of hand they will put me down like a wild animal, like the monster that I am.
Slowly the booming in my head subsides and I'm able to see a lot clearer as the black spots in my vision fade, still I let my head droop forwards as I stare at my hands. Sounds silly but my hands have changed a lot since I joined S.H.I.E.L.D.
When I lived in my van I had hard clauses on my finger tips from years of non-stop typing at my computer, I still have them however now I have more spread all over my palms, mostly from guns. My knuckles are almost always red and sore nowadays from the constant training I put myself through. My eyes wonder from my palms to my wrist and up my forearms, they are slightly discolored and have a blue-green tinge to them. Quizzically I furrow my brows in confusion, I don't remember them looking like this. Slowly I life my left arm and poke my right forearm, instantly I regret it and wince in pain.
"I wouldn't do that, you hurt yourself pretty bad"
The voice startles me so much that I yelp and practically jump out the bed, when I do my whole body complains and urges me to return to the bed. I lay with my back against the wall, I know I recognize that voice, and if I'm honest with myself it's the last person I would expect to visit me. Mack.
I don't even look at him, I can't bare the shame, I don't want to see what I've done to him. He was my partner and I tried to kill him, honestly the worst part is that I remember thinking how much I wanted this man to suffer, all the things I could do to kill him painfully and slowly. I wanted him dead. I can feel his presence, I so badly wish he would leave, but then again, I deserve to be tortured for what I have done. So, I look up. My eyes run over every part of him, his arm in a sling and black-blue bruises everywhere. I can feel the tears well up in my eyes but I refuse to let them fall.
"tremors-"
"NO!"
I scream at him, my voice wavers as I start to shake uncontrollably, why is he calling me that? I don't deserve it. The love, kindness and friendship behind that word should never be used on trash like me. The way he looks at me makes me sick, he has so much love in his eyes, just like a big brother. He looks startled from my outburst however he quickly recovers. I continue to shake, a cold sweat bead on my forehead. My stomach twists and turns until I can't take it anymore, I throw myself across the room to the trash and the contents of my stomach fills the bin. I look up just in time to see Mack race out the viewing room, leaving me alone shaking on the floor. Slowly I curl into the fetal position on the cold tile, I close my eyes and sob. I cry for what feels like hours, I can feel the wound on my shoulder stretch each time a sob rips through me. Maybe an hour later…or five minutes, I lost track of time. Bang bang bang catches my attention.
"Skye!"
It sounds so far away, I look up to see that Mack has returned however this time Simmons and May have joined him. Are they here to finally put me out of my misery? Simmons is the one banging on the window and yelling my old name, she finally gives up and enters the room. She puts her hands up and slowly walks towards me like I'm a caged animal. I back up.
"I don't want to hurt you, please"
I'm so scared that I will, I'm terrified that I have lost all my control. Simmons turns and has a whispered convocation with May, slowly May comes closer to me even though I beg her to stop.
"Daisy, you won't hurt me. You're suffering from withdrawal symptoms."
It kind of makes sense, I mean I was addicted to the feeling I got when I was around him it felt like I was on drugs, I felt so happy no matter what I was doing…even if I was killing my friends. All I want is for it to stop, no no that's not right…I need it to stop.
I look up at Simmons and May, tears blur my vision and I can't take the pain all the pressure that is building up in my arms is causing. I can't take it.
"please"
May's face is the last thing I see before I black out, and the last thing I hear is Simmons gasp as the bones in my arms shatter.
Sorry guys this one's a little dark but I hope you loved it.
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