The Broken Spider-Man - A Peter Parker Fanfiction

Chapter Fourteen - Back to where it all started

TW: mentions of death, mentions of depression, mention of mental health issues, mentions of drug relapse, mentions of trauma.

I stood in front of the full-length mirror that sat against my bedroom door, checking my outfit one last time before I needed to leave for work. Well, I wasn't really checking my outfit at all, in reality I couldn't give less of a shit how I looked at work. The real reason for my hesitance was the fact that I'd have to pass Peter on the sofa on the way to the door. It had been three days since we'd shared our first kiss on the roof, and since I'd partially rejected him. He hadn't said a word to me since. I felt awful for what had happened, but the boy also hadn't given me even a second to explain and apologise to him since the incident. I sighed, knowing that I'd be late for work if I didn't leave now. I took a deep breath and grabbed my bag before opening my bedroom door. I walked out, my eyes widening slightly as Peter was on his way out of the door.

"Peter." I managed to get out, making him look at me.

"Where are you going?" I scoffed. He rolled his eyes and walked out, making me gulp and desperately hold back tears as he slammed the door behind him, leaving me alone again in the apartment for the first time since he had first moved in. And I hated it that way.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter walked along the street, his hood over his brown curls and his hands shoved into his jacket pockets as he walked. He looked up, his eyes wavering as he saw that he had reached his destination. The house that he'd lived in before Y/N came back into his life. He never thought that he'd be back here again, and every fibre of his body was telling him that it was a bad idea. But what else was he going to do? Y/N had rejected him after they had kissed and had virtually pushed him back into that space. He had to be alone for at least a little bit. He gulped and looked around to check that no one would see him go in as he headed up the steps and opened the door. He winced as he walked in, the smell hitting him like it never had before. He guessed that he'd just gotten so used to it in the five years that he couldn't smell it when he was living here. He looked around and winced further at the state of the house. No wonder Y/N had wanted to get him out of there. He could tell just by looking at the walls that the house wasn't structurally sound, the exposed beams and obvious fire damage telling Peter that it was a miracle that it hadn't collapsed in the last five years. That didn't matter now, though. All that mattered was that he was back, and he had been forced back by Y/N. That's what it felt like anyway. Peter's eyes wavered as he walked into what used to be his bedroom, his eyes immediately attracted to the tiny bag of powder that lay forgotten about on the floor, alongside what Peter could safely assume was a dirty needle. Peter could see that it was heroin, most likely forgotten by the boy himself in his hurry to pack up what little belongings he had when he had moved in with Y/N. He crouched down, his arm resting over his knee as he picked up the small bag and studied it for a moment. He couldn't lie to himself, he would kill for a hit right now. It had been a few months since he had last had a hit, and whilst the craving had subsided in that time, it was currently all Peter was thinking about. It was overwhelming, even with his Spidey-senses trying to fight the urge. Peter gulped, the urge starting to win as he shot up and grabbed his spoon and lighter from the kitchen before quickly rushing back into the bedroom. He grabbed everything that he needed before sitting down on the mattress and practically ripping the bag open.

"Fuck." He cursed quietly as the action made the powder spill out, though enough still landed on the spoon. Peter quickly raised the spoon to be above the lighter, the heroin quickly melting before being injected into the needle. Peter gulped, his heart now pounding at the thought of finally having his craving eased as he took his belt off and tied it around his arm, the end of it between his teeth to tighten it. He took a deep breath, his shaking hand lowering the needle to his skin. Suddenly, his phone rang, stopping him in his tracks. His eyes wavered as Y/N's name and beautiful face appeared on the screen of the buzzing phone. Peter let it ring, curious as to if she'd call back if he didn't answer. The ringing stopped, making him sigh as it was replaced by a notification that she'd instead left a voicemail. He sighed again, putting the needle down and grabbing his phone to listen to the voicemail as he held it to his ear.