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So this chapter is a little dark and short-kind of a filler- anyways enjoy!
Peter ran into his apartment with tears streaming down his face as he burst through the door. The apartment looked the same. Nothing was moved or broken or touched, unlike when Uncle Ben had gotten killed.
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When he had come home, the door was open, windows, vases and plates shattered. Everything was over turned and out of place with all drawers left open. In the center of it all was Uncle Ben lying in a pool of blood that was seeping out of a hole in his chest.
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Peter ran straight to his room and emptied his school bag. He then filled it with 2 shirts, shorts, underwear, socks, jackets, a science book, a comic book, his Spider-Man suit, web-shooters, all the money he could find in the apartment($135), a water bottle and 6 granola bars.
He then went to the door and paused for a moment, looking at the apartment one last time before shutting the door and making his way out to the street.
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Peter lived in a somewhat nice neighborhood where everyone knew everyone so Peter couldn't stay there. He hopped on the subway and made his way to a worse part of down where a kid alone on the streets was common, he didn't want to draw any attention to himself.
He ended up finding a quiet ally way and went to the end where an abandoned dumpster sat with some old cardboard boxes and a tarp nearby. Peter used the materials to make a lean-two shelter and sat on a blanket that he he placed underneath his 'roof'.
He sat there staring a the wall ahead of him contemplating how he could've saved his mom or dad. His Uncle Ben or Aunt May. How he was worthless and useless and pathetic.
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After what seemed like hours and after he had run out of tears, Peter reached into his backpack where he grabbed a small silver rectangle and held it between his fingers, spinning it and looking at it, deep in thought.
He then placed it firmly against his wrist and dragged it slowly, allowing his blood to rise up and slide down his arm onto the dark alleyway floor. Peter repeated this process several times until there was no room on either arm.
He felt lightheaded and dizzy as little black dots danced across his vision until he succumbed to his tiredness and let his world fade to black.
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Alone and Broken
FanfictionPeter had the perfect life, great friends, a loving aunt, perfect grades, worked with Tony Stark and the Avengers and best of all was Spider-Man! But when tragedy strikes and his life falls apart, will he succumb to his depression or will a certain...
