The Pain I'm In || Peter parker || [Completed]✔

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HONESTLY, DRAGGING MYSELF
out of Bed, was just about the hardest thing I could ever do, every day. I've stopped asking what "optimal" is; in this grade of depression, my mission is not to seek a happier verion of myself, but to seek the hope; and the will power it takes to come to that conclusion.

"Aye dipshit, time to get your lazy ass up!" Michael snarls, banging vigorously against my door.

I quickly sat up, gazing intently into the wall; lifelessness evident in my caramel chocolate orbs. I found myself spacing out for a few minutes  the river of memories would steadily resurface until I felt a solemn twinge of pain in my chest.

The events of the previous night...
I realised now they don't really faze me as much as they once did when I was younger.

Now a days, I'm sort of numb. The mental pain suffocates me, and the phyisical pain never actually returns until I start moving my body.

"I SAID GET THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE BITCH." Michael yells, chunking a boot at my face.

Unfortunately I was half asleep, and my reflexes were off. I yelped as it flew into my face, literally bouncing  off my skull; slamming against the ground.

I quickly jumped out of bed, throwing on the jeans I wore from yesterday. I noticed the shirt I wore had blood stains on it, so I threw it in the closet, grabbing an old iron man sweatshirt.
After changing i grab my book bag off the floor next to my bed, and head out.

I shot down the steps; pulling out my iPod. I sigh, stuffing it in my pocket. I cram in my earbuds before making my way to the subway station.

As soon as I arrived, dozens of citizens crowd the station, filling up  the subway like a bowl of cereal. How I manage to push myself through the sea of chattery people like that really baffled me to an extent.

When I make it on, I scanned my surroundings in search of the perfect spott. I rushed to the first place in sight.

I let my body sink into the leather seat, and the music spills into my thoughts. Where people swarm me filling in the seats and grabbing poles- I disappear deep into my mind.

"~I-I-I I've got a migraine."

"And my pain will range from up, down, and sideways."

"Thank God it's Friday cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays-"

'-Cause Sundays are my suicide days~'

I couldn't help but close my eyes, peacefully obsorbing the melody in my mind. I fell into the lyrics, they kissed my thoughts. Calming them. Nurturing them. Almost healing them.

For some reason while the words flow back to back, I bob my head. I couldn't help it, I loved the way the words replicated the pain that gnaws at my heart every day; still keeping a positive beat.

Sadly, the sensation doesn't last. The vibration of my phone pulls me back into reality. I pulled out my phone, feeling the intense gleam of the brightness hit my pupils, as I squint at the screen staring down before noticing 5 unread messages.

Ned: PETER! I GOT A NEW LEGOS SET
Star Wars Millennium Falcon 7965!!!!!
Received: 9:15 p.m.

Happy: Hey kid, picking you up after school tomorrow, Tony needs help with his new suit.
Recieved: 10:47 p.m.

Ned: Hey peter! I can't make it tonight my mom said it was too late :( see you at school tomorrow, kay?
Received: 11:15 p.m.

MJ: Hey loser, did you finish the science homework from last night? I forgot to do it.
Received: 7:00 a.m.

Michael: if you're not home by 5:00, your in deep shit, Bitch-boy.
Received: 7:13 a.m.

I had just started typing before
I noticed the subway had came to a slow stop. It was oddly satisfying watching as the people emptied the subway. It distracted me from having to think about my life, or the fact that the ride ended much quicker than I expected it to.

I stare into the ground and slipping through the herd of civilians, thinking about how badly I just wanna fade away.

[Flashback]

"Get the fuck in here- little Bitch!!". Michael spoke through his teeth, eyes wide open.

I'd quiver in fear staring down at my feet as I approached him. The anticipation of knowing almost exactly what was about to happen left my thoughts coursing in a repetitive cycle.

I felt his hands wrap around my neck. My body is hurled into the wall; leaving a gaping hole in the aftermath.

"Oh, YOU'RE IN FOR IT NOW YOU LITTLE SHIT, YOU'RE RUINING THIS HOUSE!" He'd roar viciously into my face. With a demonic look about his features; he'd bring his fist back, and bash it into my jaw, repeatedly.

Unable breathe, I started wheezin. I struggled for air under his grasp. I was too weak to fight back, I hadn't eaten in days. Slowly withering away. At first it was because there never was anything to eat, but now...when I go anywhere near food I gag, the nausea practically scalds my insides.

Something in my mind, sounded as though it snapped. I watched as vines of black tar pull me into the darkness. When I come to the realisation that I was probably going to pass out, I actually found myself quite relieved. I was just greatful to have a break.
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Authors note: sorry ik it's a short chapter, I'm still editing it though! I hope you guys enjoyed! Soon I'll introduce tony stark! I promise, thanks for reading ♡