Peter noticed.
He didn't walk on eggshells around me, he was the only normal one. And he noticed. He saw I was getting worse and he heard when I cried myself to sleep, he pressed his ear against the wall and silently cried as well, hating that I was in pain.
That's when it happened, he told Tony, and Tony told me, and then I was sent away.
To a metal institution.
I cried when I left but I knew it was whats best for me. I cried when I got there and sat on the stiff hard bed. I cried at every meal, at every movie, at every therapy session, I cried. I thought of how disappointed in me everyone would be. and I cried
44 days later I no longer cried, but looked at things positively, I was finally back to my normal self, even if I didn't quite know who that was.
and peter
After I got out peter asked me to be his girlfriend, and I finally lost my virginity, for we were both sixteen now. When I felt bad I texted him and he would come into my bedroom. "I love you" He would say, and he would mean it. And we would cuddle for hours and hours just talking. He never treated me like I was fragile and about to break, and I loved him for that and so much more. "I love you" I would say, and I would mean it. I was finally better
The End.
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FanfictionI stole this, and I am rewriting and continueing it, full credit goes to @Miss_CrisEvans
