#warning: triggering

But somehow she felt as if she deserved it all. As if she deserved to have that note from her doctor saying she had severe clinical depression and she'd have to be on pills or else. It was pretty obvious what or else implied.

And all this turmoil and hardships all because she has the x-mutant gene. All because she had something that she once thought was special. Look where it got her.

With an empty cup in her hand and alcohol in her system, she tried to push the pain away. But in her drunken stupor, everything seem much more present. It seemed to hurt all the more. Why couldn't she get the thoughts out of her head? Her eyes brimmed with tears, the young woman was slumped in the corner of her room, hand squeezing her arms, her nails digging into her skin and her eyes shut tight in attempt to block it all out.

And just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer....a release. Cool liquid flowing down her arm slowly, most bubbling up before it spilled over. A deep red. The release was oddly satisfying-- giving a feeling close to relief after managing a difficult task mixed with relaxation. She stared down at her arm, a twisted, drunken grin on her face.