Haven't I given enough? Given enough.

4

"Peter? Peter is that you?" May questioned, opening the door to Peters room- finding him spread across his bed, face in his pillow.
"Peter Parker it's 12pm, get up and go to school. This behaviour is inappropriate!" She sighs, "Peter you never miss school, what's going on? -Peter you have to tell me what's going on." She pleaded.

"May..." Peter sat up and looked down at him lap, cupping his hands. "I'm just really tired May, with the Stark Internship and,-" He was cut off.

"That's no excuse Peter! I work my ass off all day to bring back enough money for meals, and wifi and water bills! All you have to do is get up and go to school!" She stammered, slamming the door that was still open behind her and stepping closer to Peter. "Get up, and go to school." She snapped.

"May, please listen to me." Peter stammered, standing up and walking face to face with May. "You don't understand."

"Then help me understand!" She shrieked.

"I already fucking told you!" Peter shouted.

May slapped him, right across the face, leaving a bright red mark.

"Don't use that language towards me! Do you understand? Get to school." She spat.

"Alright, alright I will..." Peter quickly stuffed his suit in his bag and walked out the front door, slamming it behind him. He put his suit on in the corridor and sped out the window, looking for somewhere he can stay for the duration of the day.

He ended up staying at the top of the Skyline tower, looking down at the busy city below him.

There is a certain type of sadness, that creates holes in the top of your heart, for the sunlight to come through and shine over the trees and the fields (the veins and the ventricles), and illuminate the part of you that sits there, in silence and in understanding... alone but at peace. It's a certain type of being dead while you are alive; but in a good way, not in a bad way. Your own cemetery where the middle of your soul rests in peace. A sadness to end all other sadness. The discovery of a pasture within your soul, where everything is okay.

Peter stayed at the top of that building all day, fixing his phone and just looking out at the world below him. When he got his phone looking new again, the first thing Peter did is check his Voicemail.

"One new voicemail, voicemail received at- 12:35pm" The voice was replaced by May. "Peter Parker! Get your ass to school now, before I call social services and put you in an adoption centre!" Peter scoffed at this, May used the threat too many times for it to mean anything.

He called the second voicemail.

"Voicemail received at- 3:10pm" The voice was replaced by Mr Stark.
"Look kid, stop being such a bother and go to school. I know it's rough at the moment, but your aunt is working her ass off for you so the least you could do is get an education. I need you to be the smartest kid there if you wanna continue working with me in the tower."

No one understands.

(time skip, same day - 20:57)
- Chapter 1 repeat, skip if you wish-

Peters Pov

Why in a city, so large; so excruciating large and wide, do I feel so trapped. Like there is no escape, as if I can't leave and I'm slowly being concealed by the world. As if just as slowly I'm being suffocated and stuffed into a cardboard box.

I look down at Queens, at the late night car dives below me. Their headlights flashing and the frequent horns rattling in the distance. And I think to myself, "It would be so peaceful, so quick." And I'm not lying to myself, the pain could so quickly fade away. It could disappear, and I'd just be... gone.