Both Feet On The Edge

Chapter 4

TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide, overdose, self harm, and something else that I forgot the name of

It's been a month almost two since the last chapter. Peter and Mr. Stark have grown apart and now he barely "visits" him.

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He slept through the day which was fine because it was a weekend and woke up at about 6:30 PM. His head was swimming with thoughts, emotions, words, and thoughts. He needed to get out, he needed to leave. The voices were too much and he couldn't block them out. He got up and walked to the bathroom. No one was home so it didn't matter if he was stealthy or not while doing this. He opened the bathroom door and immediately went under the sink. There in the far back right had corner was a small box. In that box were three razor blades. One of them was brand new.... Sharp.... He opened the box and took out the third blade. It was the new one and was very sharp. He had taken the blades from a box in Mrs. Claudeen's office.

Peter took the cardboard wrap off the blade and put it to his skin, he blacked out. When he "woke up" his arms were littered with cuts. Each one was read with blood beads in them. A small pool of blood had formed on the ground around him. He cleaned up the blood and disposed of the clothes accordingly, but still wasn't satisfied. The voices were still there and they were hungry. He went into the medicine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of advil.

'Brand new' he thought

'This should be plenty'

And with that he took the bottle and the box of blades back to his room and put them in a backpack along with a change of clothes and bottle of water. He changed into his spiderman suit and swung out of the orphanage towards the highest building he could find.

Tony was worried about Peter as was the rest of the Avengers. He had been acting strangely lately and it concerned the man. The rest of the Avengers weren't too worried as they had just assumed it was hOrMoNeS and what not.

Tony decided to check up on Peter and asked FRIDAY to pull up his vials and whereabouts. After hearing he was on the top of a very tall building Mr. Stark had thought nothing of it and considered it normal. That was until he heard Peter start speaking.

"Karen?"

"Yes Peter?"

"Would you miss me if I was........... Gone?"

"Peter what are you suggesting?"

"Well I'm just saying would you?"

"Yes Peter, yes I would."

"I don't think anyone else would....Not even Mr. Stark...."

Peter inched towards the edge.

"Peter your heart beat has risen a large amount and your breathing hs began to pick up to an abnormal amount suggesting that you are starting to have a panic attack, should I contact Mr. Stark?"

"No Karen, don't contact him, I don't want to be a burden."

At that Mr. Stark called his suite and began flying towards Peter's coordinates. He was less than five minutes away from Peter, but that didn't matter, for Peter could very much so jump at any given moment.

Peter took out the change of clothes and went from his suit into the clothes he had brought. He grabbed the blade, bottle of pills, and water. He then began forcing the pills down his throat and into his stomach. Soon both the bottle of water and the pills were empty. He rolled up the sleeves, grabbed the blade and started slicing and dicing. When he ran out of room on his arms he went to his legs.

He began to feel dizzy as black dots danced across his vision. A bottle of pills was lying to his left, now empty, a blade was sitting to the right, it had blood on it, slowly dripping down and making a small puddle of it. He had attempted an overdose. After hanging and submerging himself in a bath full of water hadn't worked all those years ago, he assumed that pills would work better and if that didn't work the impact from the jump would.

He heard what sounded like the engine from the Iron Man suit nearby but couldn't register that that was what they were. He felt his body start to go limp as he began to walk closer towards the edge. It was getting harder to see. He was on the edge he took a step forward and fell.

Hello everyone! Thank you for reading this chapter! I hope you have a wonderful day and/or night! Until next chapter.

-DreamBee~