Y/n's POV
~Instagram~
Peter is fine. We found him. He hasn't been doing well these past few months. He needs a long break from everything.
I'm sorry I've been absent for so long. There was just too much going on in my life and I didn't have time to be on social media. I hope you understand ❤️
Day 96
He blacked out almost a day ago. It sucked. Everything about this sucked. The doctors said he was completely fine and no one knew why he blacked out.
He slowly managed to open this eyes but he immediately closed them because of the lights hitting right to his eyes. "Hey." I whispered and smiled whilst closing the lights. I rested my hand on top of his as he opened his eyes one more time. He sighed and asked "What happened?" "Nothing you just blacked out." "If I just blacked out, why am I in a hospital bed?"
Peter's POV
08:36 pm
It made sense. It really did. I knew why I was here. I mean... I had bruises on my hands and neck which were totally visible. I have a huge band-aid on my hair and tons of scars on my arms. Some fresh and some old. My eyes were probably red because I haven't slept in days but how could I know? I haven't seen myself in months.
Anyway
Her belly was huge. How was I supposed to know how many months she's been pregnant? Where could I look for clues? It was literally impossible. "I wanna go home. Please. I swear I'm fine."
She heard my voice break. Her heart was rapidly beating and it sounded so loud. She was heartbroken. She was miserable.
How could I mean so much to a girl like this? How could somebody be in such despair for someone else? How much did we love each other? How much could she love me?
"Stop." My voice cracked midway because I was gonna cry. "Stop making me so sad. Stop feeling so sorry for me. I don't like it." I whipped a tear away and looked down. "What-!?" She was really confused. She couldn't understand why I knew what she was feeling. She thought she was good at hiding her feelings. She thought that by acting glad to have me back she was helping me in someway. It didn't help at all.
"Can't you be a little more happy I'm back?"
"Of course I'm happy you're back. What the hell are you talking about?"
"You're not that happy. You're more sorry than happy. I don't want to feel sorry for myse-" I had to stop talking. I was just about to expose myself. I had to shut up or I'd die.
There was a sudden change of time. Everything stopped or it looked like it had stopped.
"I'm sorry." I whispered. "I didn't mean to say that."
"Pete-"
"Please tell someone I wanna go home. Now."
I was tired of waking up in hospital beds. Just like I was tired of waking up standing. And I was also tired of not sleeping.
I am tired of being awake.
She stood up and left the room in pure sadness. I've never felt this sad before. It was like reality slapped me hard in the face. My heart sank into the pit of my stomach and my heart barely wanted to keep beating. My mind stopped working. I couldn't think properly. My eyes started getting sore from holding back the tears that tried to escape but I couldn't let her see me. Because for some odd reason I wasn't getting these emotions from her.
They were mine.
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