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

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Recap: Eventually, I found relief in his strong hands. They overpowered me more times then i can count, but they've made every beating bearable. Because as soon as he coils his Huge strong hands around my neck, I always found myself slipping into a Sea of Darkness; and fade into
Unconsciousness.
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Tonys pov

AFTER REALISING THE DAMN KID
left me on read, I muttered to myself shocked. "That's odd". Usually peter replied seconds later. Not to mention, I had called him as soon as he left, but he rushed to hang up; so I assumed the kid must've been busy web slingin his way home. Then I reminded myself of the horrified look in his eyes when I woke him up....

Not wanting to remind myself of that; I shook my head of my thoughts and go to call him again. After this, If he didn't answer I was thinking of maybe calling it a night.

So when I called, I expected it to ring, until 'the caller you have reached is unavailable' lady decided to say something,
But I didn't expect him to answer. and certainly didn't expect such a dead silence when the kid answered.

"Hey kid I was a just check-"
I was cut off, by sound of a crackled plea. "P-Please!" The voice Rings in my head listening abruptly to my phone. Concern ebbed at my bones, I found myself tear up inside when I here the kid again "W-Wait I'm Sorry! Please!"
He chokes out, and minutes later I slam my hand on the counter and start yelling through the phone
"Peter! Can you hear me?! Are you okay?!? What's going on?"

No one seemed to respond. Eventually I heard some guy in the background Screaming
"WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY?!" Before it had immidiately hung up.

The gut wrenching sounds of his pleading, infuriated me. My skin was crawling with anger at that Man. Before I could Call my suit, I realised someone was behind me.
I rushed around trying to control my temper. When I met a woman with striking Green eyes, and flaming red hair.

I recognized it to be Natasha Ramanoff, or black widow; realized she held a look of concern and pitty, "you know I could hear that from in the hall right?"
I replied hastily, "Your black widow, Either way I'd expect that- what do you thinks going on?"
She pursed her lips, before muttering. "Honestly, we can't really be sure unless we Test my theory... but I might know."

"Theory on what?!" I snapped obviously agitated. "What's going on?!"

"Well...you have seen the way he's been acting lately right? Sudden change in behavior, long sleeves, the occasional turtle neck, the flinching...isn't it obvious?" She approached me tilting her head.

I had to think about it for a moment...."it's that man he's living with I just know it." I said
and She looked at me, "no shit Sherlock." I groaned and say on the couch next to my work table.
I put my head in my hands, trying my best to quell my anger.
"You have to admit it before you can do anything about it!" She yelled "You know what's happening! He's being abused!"
She kept on and I lifted my head in reply "What am I supposed to do? The kid wouldn't even talk to me." She looked surprised, then remorseful, "show him you're there, and that you care. He'll open up if he trusts you, but you need to Trust in him to do just that." She pulled something from her chest, but I was too stressed out to make a comment. I just looked up to find her twirling a dagger in her fingers, like it's a children's toy, "while you sit here and feel sorry for yourself for not noticing sooner, I'm gonna go pay Michael a visit."

I sighed in defeat, and pulled out my phone. To text him- maybe give a heads up- in full doubt he's probably not going to answer.

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Peter's Pov

When I woke up from what seemed like a dead sleep, I had realised I was drenched in Blood. After Inhaling that metalic scent,
Chills shot up my spine; and My senses weren't making things any easier, something's coming, something's coming, something's near, something is almost here.

It was like I was awake, but only in my mind. I stared ominously at the cracked door, noticing more blood splattered against the tan, walls. The colours would mesh, making it look like throw up.

'My everything hurts.' I said in my mind. I feel like I can hear my voice but at the same time i can't. I know my eyes are wide open.
My ears rang; only faintly I could hear gasps and murmurs.

Eventually the ringing stopped, but I wished for it back instantly as my senses picked up my surroundings. Static, shattered my mind. I couldn't move my body and it felt like needles Were pressing against every cell in my body.

Is this what death feels like?
Why have i become so used to this feeling so quickly?

'Because we deserve it.' Something or someone answered in my mind. Why do you think we've woken Peter?
"TT-To writhe in pain". I answered out loud in a slight whisper.
Exactly.

I couldn't tell whether or not I was Speaking, or Just thinking. My head was swimming, and I felt like throwing up. My chest burned, when My body sprung up, in reaction to something tapping on me.

When I looked around, nothing was there. It was just me, and the voices in my head.
Run, Peter run Help me please!!!
Peter help me! Run run Run
RuN rUn RuN rUn, HELP HELP PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU
Something's coming run
Run run run RUN.

Back and forth the voices would protest, and my chest was getting really tight. When I felt my cheeks, I found tears pooling from my eyes, and my body was shaking.
I pulled my hand back to study my tears, and mixed blood but then... I couldn't breath. My chest was so tight, and i couldn't feel myself gasping for air, but I knew I was because suddenly I was wheezing.
I stumbled up, and ran to the closet. I slammed the door behind me and curled up into a Ball.

The voices kept Whispering, run Peter run, run Peter run.
Run Peter run.

I SAID RUN! the voice snapped, and i held my hands at both sides of my head. I didn't know how else to calm myself other than to rock back and fourth. "Stay calm, it'll be okay, stay calm." My faint whimpers were the only thing you could hear; they broke my rooms silence.
The tears just kept flowing, and i couldn't calm myself down. Through the crack of the closet door i could see where the floor was painted red. I could see the little white specs of chipped teeth. I could see broken glass, and cracked beer bottles.

All through the crevice of the closet door.

The voices dimmed down for a bit, and i started being able to breathe again. I've realised when I concentrate on things, it tends to calm me down, but this time when the voices came back, they seemed very dark. They seemed evil, and demonic, and That horrified me.

Why are we wallowing in our own self pity, when we could Slit the pain away?
Because I'm better than that.
In what way?
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Mr stark drinks, Michael shoots up, and aunt may used to pop pills. What makes a few scars any different?
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But I'm spider man I'm supposed to be a hero...
Well we're not doing a very good job at it, considering we lost our family due to your own selfishness.
Yeah...

I sighed, and reached out to grab the small black shoe box
This will help us forget Michael
This will help us forget about spider man
This will help us forget about the pain.
How is it going to help me forget about my pain, if I'm the one inflicting it onto myself?
We'd much rather worry about our physical pain, than our worthlessness, correct?
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I opened it up, and chose the sharpest of the pile.
Before I knew it, my arms were saturated in dark red liquid.
It would pool all over the floor, it seemed as though it was just red ink, spilling from my arms.
I used that ink, to write myself a personal message on the wall.

I hate my life.

It read, almost gleaming against the faint moonlight cutting through the cracks of the closet door. The tears never stopped falling, until I drifted off into a heavy dreamless sleep.