Whumptober 2023

Make It Stop - Day 1

Journal Entry:

Date: 10/1/2023

Make it stop. Make it all stop. These four words continue to echo in the depths of my mind, desperately pleading for relief, for an end to this unbearable pain that engulfs my very being. Trapped in this solitary confinement, I find solace in these blank pages, confessing my inner turmoil and hoping for some semblance of release. I never thought it would come to this. I, Peter Parker, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, who once believed in the power of hope and stood as a symbol of strength for others, now find myself in the darkest of places. The weight upon my shoulders has become suffocating, and the demons within me have grown too powerful to control.Every moment feels like an eternity. The isolation seeps into my veins, gnawing away at my fragile state of mind. The memories of past battles, the faces I've failed to save, and the constant burden of the responsibilities I carry, the guilt consumes me. It festers like a wound that refuses to heal.Make it stop. Make the anguish that engulfs me cease. As I etch these words onto the pages of my journal repeatedly, I hope that somehow, the universe will hear my silent cries and grant me a moment's respite from this overwhelming darkness. But who am I, really? Behind the mask of Spider-Man lies a broken soul, a young man haunted by the ghosts of his past, overwhelmed by the weight of his regrets. I've tried to keep it all hidden, burying my pain beneath the facade of a hero, afraid that revealing my vulnerability would diminish the hope I wished to inspire.But how long can one keep up the act before it all comes crashing down? The invisible battle rages within me, tearing me apart bit by bit, and I fear I may lose myself entirely. I long for someone to understand, to lend a helping hand in this abyss of despair. Loneliness is a cruel companion, a constant reminder of my inner struggle. In a feeble attempt to find solace, I clutched the notebook tightly. Its worn pages were filled with remnants of his shattered thoughts and tormented musings. With a trembling hand, he traced the words he had written countless times, "make it stop," as if the sheer repetition would bring him the relief he so desperately sought. Each stroke of the pen etched from the depths of my  anguish, my emotions flowing through the ink onto the page. The notebook became a vessel for his pain, a confidant to his darkest secrets. As he continued to write, the words morphed into a silent plea for salvation, a beacon amidst the abyss that threatened to consume him.

The void that had engulfed Peter's life seemed insurmountable. His valiant battles against evil, the countless lives he had saved as Spider-Man, all felt inconsequential compared to the demons that raged within him. The weight of responsibility had grown unbearable, his actions clouded by an overwhelming sense of failure.Time passed, and as the days turned into weeks, Peter began to question his purpose. A tiny flicker of hope remained buried deep within his heart, longing to emerge from the sea of despair. His weary soul sought redemption, a reason to believe that the darkness could be overcome.