Am I... The Villian? {~Book One~} {~2021-2022~}

Chapter Seven: {~Thorns For Skin And Petles Covering Eyes~}

{~07/10/2021~}
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Ever Enough
{~Book; One~}
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WARNING: ⚠️
{~This chapter contains, Panic Attack, self Harm, mentions of abuse, if I missed any please tell me~}

{~Previously On~}

⚠️WARNING⚠️
{~Please read the previously on with caution. Mentions of self harm are ahead~}

Third Person Pov~
  The door slammed open, though Peter didn't stop, carving away at the hand that killed his aunt despite being barely conscious. He wanted the constant reminder gone. He wanted his hand to be gone. He wanted himself to be gone.

  He killed her, he killed the woman who raised him. Despite not being his blood relative, she cared for him like one would.

  And even in her last breaths she told him she loved him, that she knew this wasn't him.

  Sure he might've been brain washed. Broken down many times... but to Peter it was still his hands that done so. Still his body and mind that killed her.

  "Tony."

⚠️WARNING⚠️
{~End of Warning~}

{~A couple months back~}

Third Person Pov~
"You didn't want to see me for two weeks! You just kicked me aside! You ignored me!" The boy screamed with tear filled eyes, hands tightening around the thin sheet that was draped over him. His frail body shook with fear and pain, eyes pressing together as he tried his hardest to not cry aloud. He stared at the man standing before him, lips slightly parted as venom dripped from his lips.

"I did not kick you aside." Eddie had argued back, tears running down his own face as he called out to the boy. Now yelling as well. To him he didn't push the kid away, he didn't do anything of the such. He was forced on mission for two weeks and by the time he got back he found Peter, found the boy he's been raising for at least a month now hanging there. Hanging there... Hanging.

"Is that what this is?" Peter replied, hands shifting up to his neck. It had been a week since he'd been emitted and his throat healed spectacularly over the time. The boy however has a noticeable scar that rested above the still not fully healed mark from the collar he was forced to wear. The one from when the boy decided to make a necklace out of rope he found the day prior to the incident. The kids hand tightened slightly, leaving him wincing at the heavy and pained feeling.

"I asked for space!" Eddie suddenly barked once more causing Peter to flinch rather violently. Clasped between a few fingers was the singular note Peter had hoped he never would see again, the very one that said the simple words of 'I give up'. Because that's what had happened, that's what Peter had tried to do. "And you couldn't respect that. You flipped out!"

Eddie wasn't mad that Peter was always clinging to him, he was upset that the kid refuged to tell him about his bast because in the end it just ended up hurting the boy more then it had hurt him. He was angry that Peter didn't realize that he was slowly killing him self by not telling Eddie. He didn't notice how he was slipping away from reality the more time went on.

  "Its like you need me, and if I'm not with you all the time your going to fall apart!" It was true, Peter did need Eddie or he'd fall apart. Eddie once told him broken things could be fixed but Peter knew he wasn't just broken but more so shattered. He knew there was no fixing him, he knew there was no going back and fixing the past, saving him from all that was happening.