Spideychelle One-shots (Not connected unless written) Also I'm Taking Requests

Hey, are you ok? Part 3

I was actually reminded to make a third chapter of this by tenny26tee19 so thank you for that lol.
Also hey everyone, I'm sorry I have t been able to upload for the past 2 years literally, I've just been busy with life and haven't really had motivation to write due to writer's block.

With that reminder, let's begin.

TW: SH and $uicude attempt

(pickup from last chapter)

As I took the blade to both my arms, I began to cut
And cut
And cut
And cut
And cut

Until both of my arms were filled with cuts of both sides

I had begun to move to cut my thighs, but I was dizzy from the amount of blood I was losing and fell unconscious. The last thing I remember is hearing Peter's voice as my bathroom door began to open...

(Current, Peter's pov)

After dinner was over I noticed that MJ seemed a bit off as she has been acting weird all afternoon and evening for a while. Even Ned had noticed that she was beginning to act different around us. But as far I knew, she might've been really stressed about me finding out that she was cutting, which I don't really blame her. Suddenly, Tony's voice jerked me from my thoughts. "Hey kid, you alright?", He asked. "Yeah, just worried about MJ a good bit. She's seemed really on edge lately.", I said worried.

"You should probably check up on her Peter. She may be going through something really deep that she doesn't want anyone to know about." I had let his words sink in and realized that I should because I caught her writing a letter and she told me she was cutting herself at school. Nodding softly, I had stood up from my seat and going to find her. "Thanks Tony!", I shouted. Once I made it to MJ's room, I knocked on the door to see how she was doing. Surprisingly though, she didn't answer.

"MJ? Are you there?"

No response

I knocked again, and again, and again.

Still no response

"Mj I'm going to come in alright?", I shouted worriedly. Again, still no response
Using my strength, I was able to force the door open, but not to where he'd make it fly off the hinges. The first thing I noticed was that there was a puddle of blood, and a box cutter blade in it. The next thing I noticed was the person laying in it. It felt like time slowed down completely as I wrapped myself around MJ's bleeding and didn't even realize that FRIDAY had called Tony due to my hysterical state.

The next thing I knew, I was in the tower's ER room sitting beside her bed. I don't know how I got here, not do I have any memory. I glanced at her arms and saw that they were cleaned and tightly wrapped in bandages. Taking in the sight before me, I took some time to process everything that's happened so far.

The bullying at school

Walking in on her cutting

Stopping her from having an attempt in my apartment

Her wincing when I grabbed her arm to help her sit on the bus

Silent tears started to flow down my face as it all hit me at once. I was so engulfed in my own thoughts that I didn't notice Tony walking into the room and taking a seat.  "Are you holding up well kid?", He asked me. I tried to get words out, but due to me crying earlier, my voice was completely gone and my throat felt raw. So naturally, I just gave a thumbs down and began to run my hands though my hair when I looked and panicked slightly at the sight of dried blood on them. I know Tony said something to me, but due to me zoning out, I only remember hearing the words "care" "yourself", "mj", "wouldn't" "want". Soon, I found myself in my room without a clue as to how I got there.

Once I gathered my thoughts, I decided to take a shower to try and help distract myself.
Taking my blood-soaked clothes off, I turned the water on and began to step in. Once I stepped in, I allowed the hot water to wash over me as I wallowed in my thoughts. But the more I let them take over me, the longer I began to spiral thinking about MJ's condition. Snapping back to reality, I had gotten myself cleaned before I decided to step out and get wrapped in a towel.

Gosh I hope MJ's gonna be alright..

MJ's POV

The last thing I remember was sitting in the bathroom while I had started cutting, before I felt darkness engulf me completely. It felt sort of peaceful, quiet even. Is this what death feels like?...

While I was in my coma-like state, I heard a steady beeping. What is that?? Where am I?? I attempted to open my eyes, but they felt too weak to do anything. However, I was able to smell something. Why does it smell like a hospital here?? Oh wait, that's probably where I am. Wait!! I'm alive??? Why did I survive?!!
I fucking can't believe I failed..

Silent tears began to run down my face as I felt my arms start to become itchy. I failed. I need to continue, no one should have to put of with a burden of a failure like me. I had started to scratch my arms like I normally do when I get an urge, except when I looked at them, I saw that they were wrapped tightly in bandages. I felt my breathing hitch and speed up suddenly.

No no no no no no no no no

I desperately tried to take the bandages off but for some reason I just felt like I couldn't. I ended up trying again for what felt like the next 10 minutes before I saw Peter walk in and he saw what I was doing before attempting to stop me. I tried to prevent him from fixing the wraps but it was no use. I eventually stopped and ended up crying out of exhaustion as he sat down.  "I'm sorry Peter, I really didn't mean to go too far this time..", I whispered weakly.

Instead of saying anything, he simply just smiled darkly. "Wow, you really are pathetic MJ, like I see why you tried to kill yourself and I would to. Flash was right, you're literally so pathetic and all you do is make everyone's lives worse.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He really wants me to kill myself. He got close to my ear and whispered, "I'd tell you to kill yourself but clearly you can't even do that right. So, I thought I'd do it for you." After he was done, I noticed that he was holding a blade. My eyes filled with desperation as I weakly reached for it..

"Oh no, I'm going to be the one doing this", he spoke. Peter held the blade to my throat and said, "I'd tell you not to be surprised if you survive, but even if you did, no one would know you're gone."

He slowly started to slide it across my neck and I felt my eyes shutting. But suddenly, I woke up in a cold sweat and locked eyes with Peter again as he was sitting in a chair next to my bed.

To be continued, OoOoOo~

A/N, hi everyone, once again I'm sorry I literally haven't published in 2 years, I've just been dealing with life and shit, plus writer's block. But I'm back now and doing better :)