"If you don't stop singing I'll cut your tongue out!"
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She missed the adrenaline that would coarse through her veins with each vowel that sounded and pounded in the deepest crevices of her throat.
The vibration and thumping of her heart that would motivate her entire being to sing with all she's got.
She missed seeing the proud faces of the people she cares about the most, the smile they would Flash at her and the flowers they would throw. The feeling became addicting for her, she couldn't stop and frankly didn't show any signs of wanting to.
That is, until she gained the attention of him. His name is Peter Parker, she's noticed how he'd always go to her concerts and only watch her. At first it made her nervous and slightly giddy inside, but that feeling quickly faded after a short while.
Y/N started to find it creepy that he'd only want to watch her at the concerts but shrugged it off as him being an admirer.
Oh how she was wrong. She wished she had picked up on signs of his obsessive behavior sooner. Then maybe things could've been prevented, maybe she wouldn't be where she was now.
The dripping sound of water became the new beat to the song she was making in her head. Peter had a surprisingly run down basement, if it was even his in the first place.
Y/N tapped her fingers along with the soft beats while humming out the tune that had naturally popped up inside of her head.
She was born to sing. Born to show the world who she was. And Peter hated that.
He didn't want anyone else to know who she was, he wanted her for himself. Y/N understood that the most out of anyone else, Peter was selfish like that.
"Can you lower your volume, love? I'm trying to get some rest." His voice came out deeper than usual with a tint of scratchiness. The girl became annoyed at the boy and continued on with what she as doing, only this time louder than before.
A loud and obnoxious groan was heard from him as he abruptly stood up and stomped his way towards her. She stopped what she was doing as soon as his feet planted on the floor and backed away from the bars as far as possible.
His eyes were dilated with rage when his hands slammed on the bars. Peter's knuckles grew white with the intensity of his grip, Y/N's breath caught in her throat at the close proximity.
"If you don't stop singing I'll cut your tongue out!"
Not soon after that he went back to bed, this time Y/N made sure to keep her mouth shut for the time being.
She missed the stage, she missed being able to sing how much and wherever she was.
She missed being free. Everything was taken from her by the boy who went by Spiderman.
Her main question is, Why did it have to be me?
*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧
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