A/N; This is gonna be an angsty chapter. There is a trigger warning for self-harm so please proceed with caution. If any of you guys are suffering with mental health issues please please seek help. It does not make you weak, let this be the only sign you need to start making changes to yourself. :)
Peter POV
"I'm sorry what? I don't understand" I exclaim
"Peter the funeral is next week. Or at least I planned it to be, it's really up to you" he responds hanging his head low.
"But- but" I stutter "she's not dead"
To this, he sighs. I was bored of being sighed at.
"Peter," he starts, placing one hand in his ruffled hair "I know you're seeing her, Pepper- she-she told me about your nightmares. But they're-"
"Not real, yeah I get it" I growl "Its PTSD; I'm just distraught; I'm still grieving, experiencing trauma... yes trauma that could be the only reason for why I can still feel her, that could be the only reason why THIS IS STILL BEATING"
"What?" he looks up confused
"This bracelet you made us still beats red for her. Look!" I demand
He takes my arm and waits for a few seconds to see it fuse purple. For a few moments, I am hopeful that he will see to reason but no.
"I'm sure it's just a complication, I'm sorry this has been spreading false hope" he muses. "Let me take it off you and I'll fix it"
He goes to undo the clip but I rip my hand away furiously. He wouldn't take it off my dead body.
"No!" I yell "She's still here Godammit! Why can't you see that?!"
"Pete" he breathes
"So what are you just going to forget about her now. Is that what you want to do?"
"Pete, you know I could never do that" he looks visibly hurt at that remark and almost cowers
"Well sure looks like it. She doesn't need a funeral Mr Stark, she doesn't need a memorial. SHE NEEDS US TO GET HER OUT OF THAT PLACE. WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?" I scream, tears now openly flooding down my face
I look at him, directly.
"Uh, I'm trying my best Pete back me up here" he replies, his tone getting angrier by the moment
I stop for a second noticing array of shot glasses on the countertop with two bottles of scotch resting beside them. The first was completely empty, with only a drop of the brownish liquid dispersed on to the marble surface. The second was half full and the top of said bottle could be seen on the floor, discarded.
"You-you" I growl furiously "You know she hated that... heck you've barely been in the house an hour"
"Yeah well, she's not here and this isn't your house!" he retorts, pure fire in his voice
"Well then maybe I should go back to mine," I say flatly, twisting to go get my suit and leave "it's good to know you cared about her Mr Stark. It really shows" I hiss flippantly, intending to walk down the driveway and catch the next bus to Queens. My fists are balled so tight that my nails leave red traces across my pale palms. He doesn't respond for a few moments as I push the glass door open with my arm.
"MICHELLE, YOU" He roars "YOU AND HER WERE THE ONE, THE ONLY GOOD THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO ME PETER. Sorry I can't give you anything more than thar..." his voices trails off
I watch as beaded tears form in his eyes, in anger and grief, he looked truly broken this time. I pulled my wet eyes off of the old man's face and buried my chin in my jacket and kept walking nonetheless. Back to May- she would understand.
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I got on a bus back to Queens, the drive was relatively short and I walked the short distance back to our house to find that our flat was empty
I unlocked the door with a swift movement. On the table lay a folded note:
"Back at 6 honey. I assume you'll be with Stark though so I'll see you for dinner. May xo"
'Stark' the name made me sick. How could anyone do that to their own daughter? Plan a funeral. How could he?
I look at my wrist and the bracelet. It was still beating crimson
My eyes dart around the room nervously. I don't exactly know what I am looking for. I just need some kind of sign. Something of hope. Then my eyes fix on something, A knife.
Anger bubbles inside of me as I look from his name scribbled on the note and the clean blade. And not thinking clearly I remove it from the soapy washing up bowl and inspect it
You could have saved her. If you had gone after her
This is your reality now.
She was your best shot at love.
No one loves you
You just ruined your relationship with Mr Stark
He hates you now
Your a fuck up
A FUCK UP
NO ONE LIKES SPIDERMAN
So I take it. Laying my wrist out flat I lift the blade and hover it just below the heartbeat bracelet. I screw my eyes up and tell myself I deserve it. 3.. 2..
"STOP IT PETER, STOP IT PETER. CAN YOU HEAR ME? IM STILL HERE. GOD HELP ME I AM STILL HERE" A sobbing voice echoed around the room
I knew that voice. I so badly wanted to believe it was true
"Your just a voice" I splutter "You're not here. Your just my imagination...GODDAMMIT YOUR NOT REAL"
I level the blade so it will go flat against my wrist once more
"Please, Peter. I love you" The female voice cries out in desperation
The handle of the knife slips in my sweaty palms
"You're. not. real" I hiss at my hallucination
"Peter, you seem in distress; would you like to notify Mr Stark of your situation?" Karen asks.
"Ye- I mean no. NO." I reply
"Calling Mr Stark"
"Dammit, you proxy thing" I curse running over to my suit to cancel the call before it got through.
"Phew" I had successfully cancelled the call. I put on the mask and crumble to the floor.
"P-Pe-Peter" A voice crackles through the screen. It couldn't be. Her face- her face was on the screen. It was almost gaunt, stained with tears. I barely recognised her through all the fog of the bad connection.
"MJ. My god how is this happening" I gasp
"Oh Peter, than k g o so trr worried for you. I thought I'd neve ee yo again."
Then she falls back onto the scarlet jagged ground, her brown kaleidoscopic eyes rolling back in her head
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Michelle POV
Had I done it? Had I broken through the barrier? Could it have been a dream? Was he there
I was unconscious. Or so I thought. Someone was moving me.
I peel open my eyes, groggy and blinded by the bright sun, I try to blink a couple of times. Then I make out shapes.
A green lady with silvery markings on her skin. Black hair with violet tips that caught the light. Was ths real?
Maybe she could tell me what the hell was going on.
A/N; Can anyone guess our mystery lady added to the SpideyChelle mix?
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