justtnottheherotype said:angst please [I suddenly have a mighty need]
6. (Trigger Warning) My muse is lying on their bed, a knife in their lap and bleeding.(Trigger Warning)
The evening was rolling and Tony was still in his lab. There was no food cooking on the stove, filling the large open area with a smell that made it home. There was no music playing from the radio on the counter. Nothing.
Sky had been in the bedroom, a knife in her hand and tears staining her cheeks. There was no use in hiding it right there and then. She felt like death and looked like hell with bags hanging under her eyes from not sleeping. Her figure was smaller then usual from eating little to nothing. Tony had tried to talk to her, see what was going on but Sky only told him nothing. Maybe she should have told him, she dealt with depression when they were first getting together but she was happier then. Now she didn’t want to breath.
There were other ways of doing it but this way was the quickest. Laying back her eyes shut and she took a shaky breath, bringing the blade up to her wrist. ”I’m sorry, Tony. I love you.” Was all she said before letting it go. Slicing both wrist, she laid there, waiting for her heart to slow. Waiting for her life to leave her body.
The rest of their dinner was relatively quiet, their conversations short and sporadic. Tony ate, but mostly watched as Sky played with her food rather than ate it. She was in too much of a better mood as of late, hardly showing Tony any signals at all that something might be wrong. So he didn’t feel the need to ask.
Sky kept her eyes low waiting for Tony to finish his food. When he did, she let a moment pass before climbing up to her feet. Lifting her plate off the table, she looked over at him. “I’ll save the rest of this for tomorrow. One of us can have it for lunch, unless you want me to just toss it?” Waiting for his response, she walked over to the garbage disposal where she tossed her plate before moving to the sink.