14 year-old Peter Parker holds many secrets; some he honestly wouldn't mind telling people, but others he can't even admit to himself. He knows his life isn't normal, it isn't good, in fact it has many more downs than ups but sometimes he can't help...
^Demons by Alec Benjamin creds to the person I dedicated the chapter to for introducing me to this singer!
If abuse/orphanages trigger you I really wouldn't recommend reading this fan-fic, it's one of the main themes.
This book is written in limited third person (basically I refer to Peter as he/Peter but unless I do a POV switch you won't be told any of the other character's thoughts)
If you see any mistakes/inaccuracies please comment them so they may be corrected!
(not necessarily in order!)TWs: physical abuse, mental abuse, alcoholism, very minor verbal bullying, injuries and blood, not eating properly. If I forget one PLEASE comment it!
Peter woke up on the cold orphanage floor, surrounded by beer cans and cutlery. He wearily picked himself up, ignoring the sharp pain in his ankle. Luckily it would heal quickly, though he wished the orphanage owner hadn't picked up on that as it had only resulted in worse injuries. He picked up the salvageable spoons, then the forks, and finally the knives, taking care not to scratch himself. He threw the ones too dented and damaged to repair in the trash, along with the beer cans.
Then, he hobbled back to the others and used his super strength to bend them back into shape, once he had done that he hurriedly washed them up, not wanting to encounter the orphanage owner before school, or even the other kids, with the state he was in. He looked at the clock on his way to the stairs, shoot! it was quarter to six, he was supposed to wake Scarlett, the oldest girl at the orphanage (at just twelve years old) up fifteen minutes ago! And he only had fifteen minutes until he was supposed to wake Chris, 11, and Mark, 10 up so they could get the others up! Oh what a great start to high school.
He limped up the stairs, grabbing clothes from his poor excuse of a room and rushing into the bathroom. Once in there, he carefully took his clothes off, grimacing when he had to lean on his bad ankle, knowing his luck it was probably broken. He picked up a washcloth, turned on the faucet to wet it and -looking in the mirror- gently cleaned the blood off of his forehead, then his back, which was admittedly hard to reach, even with his super-abilities, and finally his ankle. After a few seconds of attempting to clean it, he gave up, it was too painful. He dried off, using a threadbare towel that he had cleaned after finding in a dumpster while patrolling one day.
He checked the time -it was already ten to six- and hastily pulled on one of his 'nerd tops' -as MJ had coined them. Today he was wearing one that said 'The Physics is Theoretical but the fun is real'.The only days he didn't wear one of his 'nerd tops' was when one of his -now rather tattered- black shirts came out of the laundry. When Ned had noticed that Peter wore the same two shirts every week he had decided to start a tradition of buying Peter a different 'nerd top' twice every year, the first was in August (for his birthday) and the second was at Christmas, because of this, Peter now had three more tops. Ned had been friends with Peter since 7th grade and he had started the 'tradition' that Christmas, now they were both fourteen and going into 9th grade- high school.
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