𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕(𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 fanfic) 𝙰𝙶 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛

Chapter six

That eye in the background though 😶^
⚠️TW ⚠️
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In the morning I left a note on Peters bathroom door in a more hopeful spot for him to see. It was doubtful so I also told Aunt May that I would come back to get him in about a hour. She agreed. She didn't want him to be alone today. But I was concerned about her too. And who would help her. I told her if she needed anything to call my brothers cell. Since he was across the street. She nodded her head solemnly after I handed her a piece of paper for her with his name and number on it.

I made sure that my brother Mikhaïl would also make food for her and take it. I don't know just the simple things. I hoped they would help. I left and got dressed for the day once I got to my house. I knew I was gonna have to explain but probably later. Mikhail already knew because I sent him a long text message about it. But I don't know how I would explain it to, Alex but I would figure it out if he asked. Which I had a feeling her would. When I got home I went inside and straight upstairs to my bathroom.

I went inside and shut the door behind me. I turned on the shower checking every few seconds to see if it was warm enough or not.

"Ah"I hissed accidentally scolding my hand.

I turned it down to a little cooler and looked at myself in the mirror ahead of me. My hands where stained with blood, my shirt had blood all over it. I lifted up my shirt. I touched it.

Okay maybe I should have said something, but yeah I got shot. I wasn't gonna die or anything. And chances are it wouldn't even scar. I don't know ever since my Dad did his little Science Experiments on me I would get hurt and it would heal. I don't even know what he did to me but I healed fast. And things that should kill me don't. I should know I was pushed of a cliff before when I went cliff jumping with my now EX best friend. She thought it would be funny push me before I got my harness completely clipped. So she pushed me laughing and I fell off. She was laughing in the moment until she realized she could have killed me. After that I stayed in the hospital for 2 weeks, with a broken neck and leg. Plus my Elbow sprain which surprisingly probably hurt the most because it was the most uncomfortable.

I think she blamed herself for it. So that's good. She should felt guilty it was her fault. But that was 2 years ago. I sighed checking the temperature of the water one last time before getting in. The hot water streamed down my back and I grabbed some shampoo in my hand and leaned my head back washing my hair. I rinsed it out making sure I had no more shampoo suds in my hair otherwise it would be oily.

After washing my face and my body I watched as the water turned red as it drizzled down into the drain. I washed roughly on my skin, trying to get everything from the night before off the surface.

I sink down to the floor of the shower (the very clean shower might I add) and covered my mouth. I cried, like I was hurt. And I wasn't technically. Well not physically unless you considered the bullet that went through my torso. Maybe I was hurt mentally. I don't know why. He wasn't my uncle. But I just felt bad. Guilty even.

I got out of the shower and carried out my normal daily routine, get dressed, do makeup, do hair and make sure I have everything I need for the day. Plus my quick training before all that. Well I still get dressed, just not in my day clothes and in exercise clothes like sweatpants or leggings.

I got dressed in this today: