Runaway | Peter Parker angsty fic

Home? - Chapter 13

The cool breeze hit him as he sat on the roof top, the sun setting before his eyes. Jersey City. Why did he keep coming back here? He felt better here. Safer. Who was he? Why was he afraid of New York?

His arm ached and so did his stomach. He rolled up his sleeve to find burn marks on his dirty arm. They looked like ones from a cigarette.

"Who had been smoking?" He asked himself out loud. Him. He had been smoking.

He rolled his sleeve back up, almost embarrassed by the wounds and looked back up at the sun. Before the minute passed, he heard a scream. On instinct, he started swinging towards the sound.

He doesn't remember what happened after that, just that he was back on the roof, staring at the sun that was now even farther down. And a few new wounds were there. A knife wound on his arm and a new burn mark, this time on his side. The knife wound isn't deep and is just a slash on his thigh. Who ever did it wasn't wielding the knife right at all. The wound was wrapped in a dirty bandana.

He looked back up at the sun that was now basically gone while the sky dressed itself in stars. He wished the sun to come back, it gets so cold at night. So very cold.

He heard another scream.

He woke back up again, this time laying down on the roof. He felt like he couldn't move, everything hurt. The moon was now right above him, like it could come crashing down at any moment and he wouldn't do anything about it.

He stared as the moon and stars danced acrossed the sky. He finally remembered something about himself. His name is Peter. Why did he forget?

Another scream.

This time he awoke in an ally with a water bottle and a sandwich. He wanted to see the sky again but the dark ally way forbid it. So instead, he quietly drank his water and ate his sandwich.

As soon as the sandwich was gone, anger and sadness overwelmed the boy. Both of the feelings felt like they were someone else's but he was forced to feel them. A voice in his head started talking to him through his tears.

"I'm sorry you have to cry for me" It weeped. "Life is just unfair"

"Why am I crying for you?" He responded.

"Because you're in control right now" It answered.

"Then you take control"

When Peter awoke again he felt like someone was touching him and he was in a panic. He's breathing was heavy and his heart was beating out of his chest. He felt like someone was controlling his body, like he was just feeling what his body felt.

"Peter, please help" The same voice from earlier cried.

"I don't know how" He honestly answered.

"Just take control"

The moment the voice disappeared, so did the panic and the touching. He felt his face, it was wet but it felt dry at the same time. New tears had fallen over old ones. Why had he been crying? He was very confused.

AN: what are you taaalllking about? I toooottttaaaalllly didn't forget about this whhhhaaaat that's crazy