𝓈𝓊𝓃𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 | p.p. x reader | book one.

•𝓉𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓎•

Warning: Mentions of suicide

I didn't leave my room for days. I barely ate, I barely slept, and I didn't call or text anyone. I stayed in bed, crying against my pillow while I screamed and sobbed. When I finally turned my phone back on after four days of cutting myself off, my screen was flooded with messages and missed call notifications. As I scrolled through I saw most of them were from Peter, but there were about a dozen from Ned, a few from MJ, and about two from some of my friends back home who heard the news. I clicked on my messages and selected the feed from Peter.

Arachnid-Boy: Hey, you up to get some ice cream later?
Arachnid-Boy: Everything alright? I came by your house and your dad said you weren't home.
Arachnid-Boy: Okay, I'm super worried now since you aren't answering your phone.
Arachnid-Boy: You weren't at school today so I got you're homework for you. I'll try to drop it off at your house in a bit.
Arachnid-Boy: I gave the homework from today to your dad. He looked pretty beaten up about something. Is everything alright?
Arachnid-Boy: Something is seriously wrong, isn't it? You know you can talk to me right?
Arachnid-Boy: Will you please talk to me? I can't begin to know what happened but I need you to trust me.
Arachnid-Boy: I'm coming by to see you, but I'm not coming through the front door. Don't be scared when I knock.

The last text was sent only a few minutes ago. I jumped lightly at the rap on my window, eyes wide as my heart skipped a beat. I took a breath and held my head in my hands, running my fingers through my scalp. I finally lifted my head up and unlocked my window, pushing the glass pane up so Peter could get in.
"I thought I'd come by since you weren't answering my messages. I didn't know if you were feeling okay or-" His eyes widened as he looked at me. I could already tell without looking in the mirror that my eyes were red and puffy, hair a tangled mess from staying in bed all day. The makeup I hadn't taken off for the past three days was running down my face in streaks and there were bags under my eyes from getting no sleep. He just looked at me with a worried expression. "What's wrong?" I scrunched up my face in confusion.
"Y-You haven't heard? I thought everyone at school knew."
"Knew what Y/N?" He cocked his head to the side. I struggled to get the words out.
"Pete, my mom k-killed herself four days ago." His eyes widened while he stuttered, finally giving up and pulling me into his chest. I gripped his shirt as tight as I could, tears streaming down my face in streams. He just held me closer to him, his chin resting on the top of my head. I finally stopped crying and pulled away, wiping my tears.

"W-When's the funeral?"
"Tomorrow." My words came out bland with no emotion.
"I'll come with you. If you want me to." I just nodded. Peter pulled me close to him again, trying to comfort me as best he could. "I-I can't begin to know how it feels to loose someone like that, but when..." His voice trailed off for a second before he snapped back into his mind. "When I lost my parents, and Ben, I didn't have anyone there. I know how it feels to lose someone, so I'm here for you. I'm here." His hands were firmly gripping my shoulders while his eyes looked right into mine. I just nodded, words caught in my throat. He pulled me close to him again, lightly resting his lips against the top of my head. I let a few more tears fall, taking in his embrace.

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I smoothed out the skirt of the black dress, taking in a breath while I looked at the smudged makeup on my face. I wrapped the sweater around me, hands shaking and eyes darting around the area.
"Hey, you ready?" I turned around as Peter stood in the doorway to the funeral home. I just nodded and walked away from the car mirror, walking towards the door with shaky steps. The cold air from the building hit my face, the eerie silence of the atmosphere making my heartbeat quicken and an icy shock move through my spine. I stood in front of the wide double doors to the visitation hall, taking another deep breath. Peter came over and stood next to me.
"It's gonna be alright, okay? I'll be by your side the whole time." I looked over and nodded, Peter gripping my hand tightly as I pulled the doors open.