<Tom Holland Imagines>

Stay With Me~Peter Parker

A/n: this book contains self harm and self harm mentions. Please do not read beyond this point if you are uncomfortable with these things.

I feel like I've never been happy. It's not anyone's fault. Except mine. I don't remember what it was like to laugh without force or to try everything in my power to not cry. It's not something I want to talk about. Not with my parents, not with my friends, not with my teachers, and especially not my best friend, Peter Parker.
Peter has always been there for me. He was there when I was the knew kid. He was there when my parents got divorced. He was there when I didn't have a date to homecoming and he went with me instead of his crush Liz.

Peter had been my best friend since day one. But somethings I just can't tell him. Like today for example. Today, I wasn't going to tell him about the slut shamming notes I found in my locker. Or the names like whore, disgusting, and freak used on me today by every 'popular' kid in this school.
It always sucks when people bully you and tell you to kill your self when you don't know what you've done wrong. I've never been someone to constantly raise my hand in class or try to correct people when their wrong. I'm more of what you would call an observer. I don't really talk unless spoken to. I mean, with people like Peter, Ned, or Michelle, I can actually be myself.
In class I'm an introvert, but if you catch me in a setting with my friends, I'm just a dork who doesn't give a care in the world.
But enough explaining.

As the last school bell rang, I waited until the hallway was clear. I put everything from my locker into my backpack. Well, everything except for the school books.
I stopped when I got to the doors. I turned around and looked at the hallway one last time.
"Goodbye." I mumbled as I walked out the door. As I walked off campus, I saw hundreds of people, with friends, lovers, or even just by themselves.
Would they miss me? I thought as I went back to my apartment.

My apartment was still a mess. After my dad left, my mom became an alcoholic. She would take her anger out on me. Another thing I never told Peter.
Peter lives three floors above me. Whenever one of us wants to talk about our problems or just hang out, I always climb up the fire escape.
As I sat on my bed my phone chimed. I looked down and saw a text from Peter.

(Peter: Hey Y/n. Ned is over. Wanna watch a movie. I can invite Michelle.)

I felt my eyes begin to begin to water as I read his text. I began to type.

{me: sorry can't. Too much homework.}
(Peter: it's Friday. You can take one day off.)
{me: I said no Peter.}

My phone buzzed a few more times but I don't answer. I figured if he didn't come in the next 10-15 minutes, he wouldn't have any intention on seeing if I was okay.

5 minutes
Nothing

10 minutes
Nothing

15 minutes
Nothing

I had given up.

My mom isn't supposed to be home till tomorrow because she's doing god knows what with her boyfriend. So, this was it.
I put on a nice outfit. Peter's favorite.

I grabbed on of the pill bottles from the cabinet.
One pill

Two more pills

Three more pills

No matter how hard I tried, it felt like nothing was enough. I then preceded to grab one of my razors I use for shaving. I hit it on the counter until the blades feel out.
I slit my wrists. From the top to the middle. That did the trick. I began to feel light headed. My eyes started to droop and I felt my body swaying. And down I fell. There was a sudden tap at my window.

Peter

~Peter's POV~

"Maybe she actually has homework Peter." Ned assures. "You know Y/n. She's a hard worker."
"I know that Ned but I just have a feeling something's wrong. Her responses are never that short."

"And you're saying something is wrong with her because her texts are too short? Seriously Peter, you're too in love with this girl."

"I'm not in love with her Ned!" I looked down at my phone, waiting for a reply. "Fine. I do love her. But I know she doesn't feel the same way."
"Believe me. She does. I heard it from Michelle who heard it from Y/n. She really likes you Peter."

"How Ned? How would she ever become my girlfriend?"
Ned pondered for a moment before smiling, as if a lightbulb had flickered on above his head.
"I say you ask a certain web slinger for help." I thought about it for a moment.
"Perfect."

I ran into the bathroom to change. I wasn't going to change in front of Ned. That would be weird.

I walked into my room with confidence as I wore my Spider-Man suit.
"Go Peter! I'll be here when you get back." He gave me two thumbs up as I crawled out the window. I climbed down to her window and tapped on the glass.
"Y/n?" I yelled as I opened up the window.
"You home?"
I checked everywhere but I couldn't find her.
"Hello?"
"Y/n? Where are you?" The only place left was the bathroom. As I got closer, I saw that the light was on.
"Y/n? You in there?"
No answer.
I knocked on the door.
No answer. I walked back to the start of the hallway and ran at the door. With one hit, it fell down. I looked inside. And there she was

Y/n

She had a puddle of blood around her arm and she was a pale as a ghost.
"Y/n!" I cried. I pulled of my mask and tried to give her mouth to mouth but it wasn't working.
I pulled her into my chest. She want breathing. But her heart was beating. Slowly.
I called 911 and they said they would be here as soon as possible. Then I called Ned.
("So Peter? Did it work?")
"N-Ned! Y/n tried to kill herself! I called 911! I need you to get Aunt May and have her drive the two of you to the hospital. We're all she's got!" I cried. My voice cracked with each word I spoke.
("Calm down Peter. It's going to be okay. Do whatever you need to do and we will be there.")
"Th-th-thank you." He hung up the phone and I pulled Y/n closer to my chest. I cried into her beautiful y/h/c hair. I craved to see her shining y/e/c eyes look into mine again.

"Stay with me Y/n. Stay with me."

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