*DISCONTINUED* Just a Small Town Girl (Peter Parker/Spider-Man x Reader)

Gone (Part 2)

!!!!!!TRIGGER WARNINGS: SWEARING, SUBSTANCE ABUSE, ALCOHOLISM, SELF-HARM, AND PHYSICAL ABUSE!!!!!!

          (Y/N)'S POV

     Oh god.... I reached inside the sink and pulled a bag out. In this bag was a smaller one, filled with a white powder, and lighter, and a pipe. I stood up and dropped the bag. I was in shock. Why..... S-she wouldn't... Tears threatened to fall, I ran out and into my room. I grabbed my stuff and headed out he door. I ran to the elevator and to the lobby. I wouldn't stop running. I was Scared. I didn't want to believe it.

     Once I was out of breath, I slowed down to a walk. I reached the park, and found a shady spot under a tree. I sat down and felt tears rolling down my face. I put my head in my knees.I cried uncontrollably. I couldn't help it. How could she? Why did she? I felt betrayed. I was feeling like my world was slowing crashing down. My boyfriend, was on a mission, and I was worrying for him... I was being bullied, and lastly, I just found out that my only family left was on drugs.

     I stayed there till about 4 am. I slowly walked home, dreading the worst. What if she ended up arrested?  I couldn't help but feel as if it were my fault. I could have stopped her. As I reached my apartment building, I looked up at it in despair. I sighed heavily and walked in, heading straight to the elevator. I pushed my floor button, and waited until the doors opened. I grabbed my keys and walked to the front door. 

     I stepped inside and set my stuff down and heard crying coming from my mom's room. I gulped and walked over there. The door was ajar, so i pushed it open to see my mother lying on the ground sobbing with a bottle of wine in her hands. She noticed me, and stopped crying. She glared at me and spoke. "You... You found it. Well then," She stood up and walked towards me. I tried to back out of the room, but she closed the door be hind me. "I guess we can't let that leak, can we?"

     I was scared, and didn't know how to answer. My hands became clammy. "B-but it's bad...." She cocked and eyebrow and chuckled deeply. Her face suddenly turned hard, and stared at me, as if she was trying to ripped me apart.  Before I knew anything, I felt a sharp pain on my cheek, then on my other. It repeated over and over again. I opened my eyes, tears spilling out. 

     "NO ONE CAN KNOW!! And, i'm going to make sure you don't tell anyone." She grabbed my shirt, pulled me towards her, then slammed my back against the wall by the door. I slid down in pain. I felt her foot hit me in the gut constantly. She kneeled down and raised her fist, bringing it down on my face. Blood was dripping down my face and into my mouth.

     She finally stood up, leaving me shaking in terror on the ground. "LEAVE MY ROOM...you have school....." She sighed, and faced away from me. I scrambled to get up and left her room, shutting the door behind me. I ran to the bathroom and shut the door, locking it. I sat on the ground and cried. No.... NO. This can't be happening.  I was sobbing heavily. After a while I stood up and looked at my face in the mirror, mapping out everything.

     My nose was bleeding, my lip was busted, my eyebrow was cut, a bruise under one of my eyes, and blood dripping from my forehead. I sniffled and blew my nose, and grabbed the first aide kit and cleaned up the blood.

     I was about to continue when I stopped. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want this to happen. I set my gaze upon the scissors in the first aide kit. I slowing grabbed them. I opened them up and placed them at my wrist. I cut, and cut and cut. I stopped at ten, and moved over to my other wrist, relishing in the pain. 20 cuts. one for each time I remember being betrayed, bullied, or hurt. I set the scissors down, and cleaned my wrists up.

     I grabbed the wrap from the kit, and wrapped my wrists up. I didn't want anyone to see that. I then moved onto my makeup. I covered up the bruise with foundation and put on some eyeliner. I wanted to seem pretty today, happy. I wanted to put on a new persona. I grabbed my hand drawn fake tattoos. I used the ones from Dan and Phil's Pastel edits video as an inspiration. I put one on my hand, and the other on my neck.

     I left the bathroom and quietly went into my room. I picked out a pastel pink sweater and light overalls. I got dressed and put my hair up in a ponytail. grabbed my school bag and left. The only thing running in my mind at the moment was Why did this have to happen to me?