Peter
Almost nothing could keep my eyelids open as my head laid in my palm. The street lights below me were slowly fading into blurry lights as my heavy eyes drifted up and down like a bobber in a lake.
I was beyond exhausted. I slept about seven hours a week since Y/n had disappeared, and it wasn't doing me any good.
"Shit." I sighed as I sat up straight. There was no way I would even be able to see if she was walking the streets, due to the lack I could even stay awake. I stood up from the sitting position and shook my head like a wet dog.
God I am tired.
I crept up to the edge of the building, looking down at the ground for a short few seconds.
None of this would have happened if I just told her. It's all my fault. She could be dead out there, and it would be all my fault.
My body lifelessly fell forwards, plummeting from the building before I shot a web at a nearby building. At the last second, I yanked on the web and bolted up to the sky. Time after time, I swept low to the ground and tested my limits.
It was keeping me awake and busy, what else could I do?
I swung even lower to the ground.
Who knows if she was even in town anymore.
I flew up high in the sky.
What if I never found her?
I fell back and tested my fate.
What if I found her?
I turned a corner, hard and fast.
What if she was dead?
My body crashed into a series of metal garbage bins, sending me spiraling across the pavement.
What if she was dead?
"NO!" I screamed, pounding my already injured fist into the metal. It caved in as I continued to hit in.
If she was dead, there's nothing to prove wrong on it being my fault; I killed her.
My body ached at the wipeout I just had, and my fist throbbed with every hit.
Yet no matter the pain or tears blinding my vision, I continued to destroy the innocent bin.
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Your fingers seemed to be permanently perfumed with metallic smelling blood, you realized so as fresh red dripped over faded, dry marks of similar color.
The gargling body stared at you, watched you, and seemed to mock you.
"I'm not crazy..." You whispered, looking directly into the middle aged man's fading eyes. "But you're a liar."
His lips quivered as if trying to form a sentence, but his breathing stopped before he could speak.
You let his body drop to the ground, it slipping off of the hand who's finger nails penetrated skin in the choke hold. The man hit the floor, landing beside a few of the other's you had already finished tormenting. You looked at the mess, and slowly came to a realization.
"Not again," You whispered out, a single tear falling from your eye. You looked around momentarily, noticing you were in a gentlemen's club.
"Privileged, upper class trash." You spat out, feeling anger surge through you like lightning.
You dropped beside the body and looked for the markings you always saw when your blackout rages were complete.
'Liar' it read in the man's blood.
A part of you, so distant and closed away, wanted to weep for the lives you just took. However, the parts of you that felt dark, deep and entrancing, felt no remorse. They hurt people. What was the difference between what they do and what you do?
The single tear dried up in a matter of a minute, and no other remorse was shown. You reached into the well dressed man's pocket and pulled out his wallet. You pocketed his cash and threw the wallet onto his blood soaked chest and rubbed off the glove you wore.
You were getting more violent with the slaughtering, covering your skin so they didn't get a merciless death.
You stood up and looked at all of the men, all of the pathetic corpses, before looking at your hands.
This felt right, this felt like a purpose. They're all liars.
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Fanfiction(Second book in Flower Girl series) Peter is at a loss for solutions. He's stuck between a rock and a hard place, love or loss, and Y/n is at the end of the scale. He can't keep up. He's tearing himself in two trying to find a way to have everythi...
