Clinging(Peter Parker/Spider-man x Male Reader)

Chapter IV

If suicidal shit triggers you, don't read please!!! I'm also gonna pretend that Wade moved or something. Whoops. Also this chapter was over 1k words Jesus.
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I pounded my fist on the door a few times. "Tessa! Open the damn door!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face.

No answer.

Stepping back, I was momentarily grateful for football. Then I slammed my shoulder into the door.  And then a second flame.  And a third. Finally, the door began to give in. It took seven tries to get the door open. (A/n, I can't physics.) My skin was split on my shoulder too.

That's when I saw her. Laying in the corner between the bathtub and the wall, wrists pulsing blood.  A discarded blade was sitting in her palm.
 
My face fell. I didn't even hear myself scream as I collapsed beside her, fumbling for my phone inside my pocket. Dialling 911 was a challenge.
 
"911, what's your emergency—" I didn't even give the poor man a chance to finish.
 
"M-my sister! She's bleeding and I thi-think she tried to k-kill hers-herself!" I screamed into the microphone, sobbing.
  
"Please calm down, and tell me your address." He said in a soft tone.
  
I felt like my heart was slowly shattering as I told him my address, barely managing to form words.
  
As soon as I hung up, I grabbed Tessa and cradled her. "Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay." I sobbed into her hair. 
  
The next thing I remember is the paramedic prying me off of her, and then exchanging looks.
  
Then I was in the hospital, the white blinding me. One of the paramedics was holding me lightly, her arm around my un-injured shoulder. She lead me to a bench near where Tessa's room was.
  
When mom came to where I was, in full crying glory, the first thing she did was hug me. Of course, I hugged back.
  
When we told to go home, it was two in the morning. The only thing I really could think at that point was; 'Fuck. It's a school night.' And then I proceeded to pass out in the car.

I didn't end up going to school the next day. The only real thing that mom and I did was eat ice cream and watch an entire marathon of Law and Order SVU.

Dad called and said that he was trying to get home from Berlin asap, but that was going to take a bit.

I called Kyle too. When I told him the news, he said;

"You need me to come over and cuddle with you?" I laughed for the first time in what seemed like ages.

I replied with a "Why not?" And he took it seriously. So at four in the afternoon, my best friend, mom and I ended up cuddling on the couch for a few hours. Spencer ordered pizza, that was dinner, and he left at about nine.

There was one thing bothering me. No one had called about Tessa yet. It was probably a good thing, though. She hadn't. . .
  
Anyway, mom and I were both pretty tired from crying, so we went to bed right after Kyle left. I passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The next morning, mom and I had agreed that I was gonna go to school the day before, so I did my morning routine as usual. It took me a while in the shower for reasons(no, in case you were wondering it was my shoulder), and my hair didn't want to cooperate.
  
Nevertheless, I got on the bus at the normal time, and something weird happened.
  
Parker. Sat. With. Me.
  
What. I hated every second of it, but like, WHAT.  There were pLeanTy of seats. But why me?
  
"Um, are you okay? I—uh, I mean because I heard screaming from your house two days ago and you weren't at school yesterday, so. . ." He trailed off awkwardly, fiddling with his hands.
  
I realized something. Was this the Parker everyone saw, but me? Was I too stubborn to notice?
  
I also realized I had been staring at his face, and it was getting creepy. "No, I'm fine it's just my sister attempted suicide, no dealio." I mumbled, looking down at the floor. sHit this was awkward. I could feel Parker's eyes widen.
  
"Holy shit, man! Do you need anything or, um, I don't know, some flowers?" He asked. I shook my head, but didn't respond.
  
We sat in mildly comfortable silence for the rest of the bus ride. I rubbed my shoulder, as it was still sore from breaking a door down.

The bus ride ended as quickly as it started, Parker and I separating as soon as we stepped off.

"Parker, though?" Kyle asked me when he slung his arm around my good shoulder.

"I have no idea." I replied in a flat voice.

First and second period were me and Kyle fooling around in class. Third and forth passed as well.

Fifth really fucked me up. I was working on the project with Parker, when the teacher got a call.

"{L/n}?" She asked, looking around for me. I raised my head, holding a test tube. "Um, your sister died."
  
My eyes widened, and the test tube slipped out of my hand, shattering on the floor. Basically ripping off my safety glasses, I sprinted out of the class before anyone could see the tears slipping down my face.

I went straight to the bathroom, and into the stall, slamming the door. Sobbing, I occasionally whispered 'Tessa' and some other easy words. No one came to get me. Not even Kyle. Chances were that no one told him I was here, as we sometimes had different classes.

Then the bell rang. I wiped tears off my face, and hoped to hell people didn't noticed my bloodshot eyes.
  
Kyle noticed. He pulled me into a hug as soon as he saw me. Well, my eyes. It was the end of the day, and I guess he had been looking for me.

He finally let go of me, and I was on the bus and home before I knew it.

But that night, I decided to take a walk.