𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍? // Peter Parker fanfic

5: All Alone..

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours as I sat in that dull, boring, quiet room waiting to go home. All I want is to go back home. I can only imagine this for a couple more hours. What if I was going home to Dad, Mum and Bella and they had a welcome home sign and a party for me? But no, I will be going home to an empty house because Mum and Bella are in Australia and Dad is at work. Mum and Bella don't even want contact with me because I chose Dad. He couldn't be alone, he would have lost absolutely everything and I love my dad so much.

I poked the get well soon balloon with a flower on it. It was stupid and I loved it because my Dad got it for me. All I want to do is pull the stupid IV out because I'm fine, I'm all better. I don't need all of this. I need to go home. I want to go home and get my homework done. I hate sitting here being treated as if I'm fragile because I'm not! I'm not a stupid little girl anymore! I'm fine.

Angry tears streamed down my face as I repeated those words in my head over and over again. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.                       I don't need to be treated this way. I need to go home.

I lay in that bed for a long, long while before Dr Banner came back in, "right, it seems you have been discharged. Do you need a ride home? " He said while looking at me, after noticing I was all alone and I was becoming okay with that, "Okay, yeah, I do need a ride home." I smiled solemnly at him and he nodded slowly and placed my folded clothes that Mr Stark had given me because I arrived in my suit.

"Thank you very much, Dr Banner," I said.With a small smile, the smile was almost a sad one. He left. I was all alone again, but at least I could change into some fresh clothes. My feet led me to the clothes as I unfolded them. There were some grey sweatpants and a white shirt with a maths joke on the front. "Find x," it said with a picture. It was fun and comfortable.

I limped to the bathroom, where I could properly get a look at myself. I took off the hospital gown slowly and found myself naked in front of the huge mirror. My body was covered in bandages. I felt as if I was going to break down because of the damage done. He said there would be minimal scarring, right? Would there be minimal scarring? Or did he say that to make me feel better? All I want to do is cover myself up.

When I slipped on the clothes and my underwear and bra, I looked like a mess. There was a thin cut on my cheek, and my hair was dirty and looked greasy. Maybe it was a good thing I was going home to an empty home. I could have some time to get my stuff out of my boxes, and maybe I could organise my room and shower, and I could make myself dinner. That would be great!

I walked out of the bathroom and I opened my room door to find Happy standing outside of it. "Oh, Hey Happy!" I said, as I grabbed my get well soon balloon, "Hey Kid, I'm driving you home. Is there anyone there to like care for you?" He said, in a weird tone, it was almost like he was trying to sound like he didn't care, but I knew he did, "Nope, just me, but I've got it all sorted. Are you the one that is going to be driving me back to my apartment?" I said very cheerfully because I was finally going back home.

It was a long, silent drive back home, but I had my phone and headphones, so I plugged them in and I turned on my favourite playlist. It was calming even though my body ached and I was so tired, but I can't fall asleep because I have stuff to do. Lots of stuff, but if I close my eyes for one second, that couldn't do me any harm at all.

"Kid? We're here. Ki-" Happy looked over his shoulder to see Ophelia was very asleep and she looked like she needed it, so he didn't know if he should wake her up, but he wasn't about to carry a 15-year-old kid up to her apartment. "Kid, we are here," he said while turning back around and getting out of the car to open her door.

I woke up to Happy telling me we were here and I internally beat myself up for falling asleep, but I had to get up and get out of the car. As I walk up the stairs, I wince at the feeling of my burns getting pulled at. It hurts, but I'll survive.

I put the key in the lock and turned it with a click sound, then I knew it was unlocked and I was finally home. I swing the door open, expecting Daisy to greet me and Mom to give me a bear hug, but all I see are boxes and dullness.No welcome home party, just me.

I closed the door behind me and walked right to the bathroom to shower. I can't waste a second because I have a lot of redecorating to do ahead of me and maybe I'll remember to make dinner. The sound of the water hitting the floor of the shower was calming. I slowly peeled my clothes off my body and stepped into the steamy shower. The water now turns red when it touches my skin, stinging but good. It was like a million knives, but it was relieving. I felt like I deserved it and I should just take the pain. It felt so good. I wanted to make the water hotter, but I knew that would be going too far.

One foot in front of the other on the bathmat, dripping water all over it. I felt fresh again. My hair was restored, my skin was soft, at least where it wasn't riddled with burns, but I felt fresh but so dirty in a way. It was more inside than outside, but I felt all alone inside. I have nobody and my life has crumbled in my hands. My stupid ugly hands...

I put back on the clothes I was given because it was a nice gesture for me and it felt good to wear them because Mr Stark did it out of the kindness in his heart. My hair was damp and my freshly disinfected burns ached, but that wouldn't slow me down from making this house a home! I can do it with a little bit of music to encourage me.

I started with my room. I slowly opened the boxes, not knowing the amount of emotion this would bring. It brought a lot, but I refuse to cry. I'll bottle it deep down because I don't have time to be all sentimental. After an hour's work, my room is finally starting to take shape. I even have a little reading nook. It looks homely and cute. Plants are scattered across the room to give it a little greenery and to make it look welcoming, and it is time to organise the living room.

A throw on the couch with blankets and a side table. There is a plant on the coffee table and photos of me and my dad on the TV stand. My thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. As I walked over to the door, I got an odd feeling come over me, but I ignored it and opened the door. Two people that looked to be in their mid 30's were standing at our doorstep with a pie in hand.

"Hey! We wanted to welcome you guys, so we made you an apple pie. " The woman gleefully stated, "Thank you so much for the warm welcome and the pie! I'm Ophelia. And you are. " I said awkwardly. I don't know how to do this whole 'greeting neighbours' thing.

"We are Jim and Carol!" He said, in the same tone as Carol did, "We are just down two doors, so if you need anything, you know who to go to!" I noted that "thank you so much." I took the pie they handed me and they turned around, so I closed the door, but I tried to close it gently so I wouldn't come across as rude.

Well, I have dinner sorted and after this, I'll do homework, then sleep because I have school tomorrow.