The tribulations of one Peter Parker

Prologue

⚠️Minor suicidal thoughts⚠️

It feels as though everything that can possibly go wrong goes wrong. It feels as though with every passing minute the earth shifts ever so slightly off its axis.

His name is Peter parker and he's more broken that anyone can see.

From the moment he was born he was damaged. Damaged by parents who left every night. Damaged by haunting memories of babysitters. Broken screams begging his parents to stay just tonight please I never see you. It never worked, they always left. Peter wondered why they didn't just talk on the phone. He talked on the phone a lot, to his uncle Ben and aunt May. They were always there when he needed them, they were there to pick him up when the plane that carried his parents fell down. Trying desperately to shield him from the pain that had already torn his heart to shreds.

He lived with them for a while, he and Ben had become best friends. Spending nights talking about Peters ideas for the future and Bens days at work. It was alright, peter wasn't alright but this moment, it was alright. Peter tried everything to force himself into believing he belonged there. I think he apartment with these people who didn't leave him. But his mind always crept in and chanted "you should have been on the plane with them" and he tried not to believe it. He didn't want to die, but his kind always convinced him it would be better. If he had died along side his parents.

Life was fine for the moment, until he felt it again. The pain that tore his soul from his body and taunted him with flashbacks and nightmares and panic attacks. He felt the warm yet cold thick red liquid on his hands and he pushed down. He was leaned over the body of the closest person he had to a father. Listening closely to his last words, remembering them forever but never daring to speak them. The rain had started to pour washing away the dark liquid as well as peter ability to feel. He closed his eyes and saw red and blue lights behind his eyelids.

When he opened his eyes he was back in the apartment, May was sitting on the couch near him crying. Silently though, as if she didn't want him to hear. He decided then he needed to leave. He had taken her husband away from her. If he had been quicker... he stood up. She didn't even look at him, couldn't look at him. Peter knew that every time she looked at him she would see a murder. Because that's exactly what he sees when he looks in a mirror. He packed his things in a few minutes and left. May stopped him as he reached the stairs. She handed him a stack of cash and wished him luck. Shutting the door before he could answer. He followed the path down to the street. Staring up at the big black clouds, the rain started to fall again. Mixing with his tears and once again washing away the pain, the ability to feel in general. Peter was thankful for the rain, the only way he could feel better would be to not feel at all
Only fourteen and already he was alone, truly alone.
Only fourteen wandering the streets of New York at night.

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I kid you not I had to write this whole thing three times, every time I finished writing it I would click out after it said saved and click back on it and it was all deleted.

I hope you enjoyed and there is a lot more coming, bye lovely's 🖤

Also if you haven't checked out my wrong number book it might interest you if not that's perfectly ok. Have and amazing day/night 🖤