Helped

Chapter 6 Panic

The next few weeks at the compound were awkward as ever, Peter and I didn't exactly avoid each other but we basically ignored the kiss, everything else he constantly tried to remind and help me with. I mean I still did my regular routine ( with a few updates) I still trained with Natasha and Steve, but not as much, and working out wasn't as physically demanding. I ate at least one meal and one snack a day now, but it had to be low-calorie and healthy (but I was still forced a few chips or pop tarts) Peter had made all of these new updates, and he had confiscated all of my razors, the ones in the gold box, and the disposable ones in the bathroom cabinet. He had gotten me a new razor though, one with unbreakable blades and they were changeable (I think it was billie or something) He had handed it to me with a smile and a smug look on his face. 

School was pretty much the same as well science and ELA with peter, as well as lunch and gym. Everywhere else I was on my own. I remember one day I had walked into my math class, and bee lined straight to the back god I hate math, those where my first thoughts. Then I saw Liz start over towards my desk and these were my second Oh god not this bitch. Walking over to my desk she had that dumb-ass smirk on her face. Ugh. I fucking hated her, she was a bully and was only liked because of her looks and her faux popularity. Ew, she isn't even that pretty. Anyway she was approaching me talking shit and I was focused on the board, taking notes awaiting the teachers arrival. "Hey dumb ass! You better listen when I'm talking to you" and I swear to god, she slapped me across the face. I finally looked at her with my mouth open and asked her "I'm trying to pay attention to class, but looking at your grades clearly you don't care about that. What do you want?" I was trying to put on my bravest face because I hadn't used my training yet, and lets just say I wasn't exactly that confident in my skill. She scoffed "What did you just say to me?!" she stepped forward, ready to explode, but was interrupted by the arrival of Mr. Ivy. "Okay class please turn to page 394 in your text books and find your seats. We will be working on the..." His voice faded as looked at her shooting me death glares from the other side of the classroom, smirking with her friends and being stupid. God I hate her. 

At the end of class, I left as quickly as I could as to escape her cruelty. I went to the bathroom an promptly had a panic attack. I hid in one of the stalls and tried to calm down, not being able to catch my breath. I fumbled in  my pocket and tried to get my phone. I face timed peter, this was our lunch our now so he should be able to pick up why is he not picking  up!  "Winnie?" He asked as his face appeared on my phone. "H-help me ple-ease" I stuttered out, still trying to catch my breath and chocking over the words in my tears. "Hey hey hey hey, what's wrong?" He asked "are you okay? do you have a knife with you or anything?" He asked trying to look around through the phone "I do, I stole one from the garage a while ago" I whimpered trough tears. "Winnie are you serious?" He asked- his face automatically turning to worry etched on like stone. "Yes" I replied, pulling a razor I had confiscated from the toolbox in the garage. I brought it up to my writst and I was just about to cut when peter shouted out "NO!- Wait stop!" I turned towards him- tears streaming down my face. "Please, I just want to fucking die" I said through tears. "Okay, okay um where are you?" i refused to reply and promptly tore the blade across my skin. Deep red, darker than I had ever seen before, almost black  poured out of the open wound. "No!" I heard peter shout just before I passed out.

Peter's POV

She took the blade and ripped it violently across her wrist. blood immediately started shooting out darker than I had ever seen. She passed out. I stood there stunned for a half of a second before I started running. "Winnie!" I shouted though the halls running towards every girls' bathroom in search of her. I finally came to the one in the science hallway and saw blood pouring out under one of the stalls. "Winnie!" I shouted as I ran towards her body lying pale and thin across layers and layers of blood. I picked her up in my arms gently and held my hand firmly over the cut on her wrist. Thankfully Ned was being nosy and called 911 as soon as she passed out. The paramedics were there it 10 minuets and by that time winter had turned a nasty shade of green. I got onto the ambulance with her, i got to the hospital wit her, I was there when her dad freaked out and had a panic attack. I was there for all of it and yet i still felt a universe away. I told all of the avengers about everything she had told me, and about the weed, and the razors, and the fact that she did not have a therapist. They were shocked-no- mortified and apparently had no idea. Thor and Natasha cried, so did Tony but it was much worse for him. 

Before I left the hospital that day, after everyone had left the room. I leaned over and gently kissed her lips even though she was asleep. "I love you" I whispered. And with that I left.