The key to your heart (Peter x Harley)

2. Drowning

Peter POV

I slowly opened my eyes. This wasn't my room, where am I? Black water is all around me, it's suffocating! I try to claw my way up, into the light, but I keep getting sucked down further and further. I'm being pulled towards the black void.

My mouth opens in an attempt to scream, cry out for help, but only bubbles of air escape. I start to cry as I choke on the water I'm submerged in. The light above starts getting dimmer by the second and I flail desperately, in a last attempt to reach the surface before I go limp slowly. A tiny whine escapes my lips, then I shut my eyes.

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"Can you hear me bubba?" A manly voice echoes through the air. I try to open my eyes, but they're so heavy.
"I'm here baby. Please come back."
I try to grasp the voice, but it slips through my fingers as I go back under. I'm so tired.

The voice keeps talking, but I don't understand what they're saying. The water makes it sounds muffled.
"Pete.. please"
Who is Pete? Am I Pete? I need to know.

I try to kick my way up, but I can't move anymore! I look down and see that my legs are tangled up in strands of plants, pulling me back down into the darkness below.

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I take in a deep breath and a pine tree smell fills my nose. I slowly open my eyes, finding myself laying under a tree in an open spot of a forest. My fingers curls into the sand and grasp the pinecone they find.

I slowly sit up and look at it, my thumb caressing the rough object.
When I was little I'd always go to these types of land with my dad. The big sand dunes, pine trees and wildlife such as deer always amazed me.

Standing up, I start walking down the path in front of me. After a few minutes of walking, I start to put my steps in odd manners and wave my hands a bit. I slowly start to dance-walk down the path. Calmly dancing my entire routine, a smile forming on my face.

When I'm done, I sit down on the grass, still holding my pinecone that I clutch to my chest as my breathing starts speeding up out of nowhere. I fall back into the grass and begin wheezing. I try to suck in air but fail, making me panic. My chest hurts and I make whining noises, clenching my fists.

-Crack-

As I crush the pinecone, everything is suddenly pitch black and I hear my alarm clock. I try to turn it off, but my body isn't cooperating with me. I groan in frustration when a hand suddenly grabs mine.

Very slowly, I open my eyes and am met with a white ceiling and blinding light. A steady beeping noise is coming from somewhere in the room, is that even my alarm?

I hear a relieved gasp and look to my side, where a man with a black goatee looks at me. The first thing I notice, is that he has these beautiful brown eyes, filled to the brim with tears, oh dear he's crying now. Very loud sobbing.

Crap, I don't know what to do. The man looks back up at me with a sad smile.
"Hey kiddo." He says as he runs his hand through my hair, which actually is quite pleasant.

I remain silent, not knowing what to say. He looks at me with a slight frown: "I'm your dad baby, do you remember anything?"
My right hand fiddles with the sheets as my left grips my dad's.
As I try to remember, I frown. I can't remember anything, the only thing I can recall is screeching, pain and darkness.
Tears rapidly fill my eyes and I sniffle.

"Hey, hey, baby it's okay!" Dad says as he cups my cheeks.
I look at him with tears running down my face.
"But I can't remember anything! I can't remember you! I don't even know who I am!" I cry.

"It's okay, the doctor said you'll remember everything again. But first you need to heal." He says.

I nod and try to relax my muscles. Neck, shoulders, arms, stomach, hip-
Hips? My eyes widened.
It stopped at my hips!

I look down at my legs. Two weak legs.
My dad sighs. "I'm so, so sorry baby. When you got hit, your back snapped. I'm......

His voice fades into the distance as a harsh beep fills my ears.
No. No. No!
Please no! Not my legs, please!
I start to wail as my dad climbs onto the bed and pulls me into his chest. I scream and scream, until my voice is hoarse and there's nothing left to cry.

(Damn, there we go, legs be ded.
I don't even know anymore it's 2:30 AM and I feel like absolute shite and am about to cry or something idefk. Anyway I hope you still enjoyed it.
Bye for now)