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           Peters POV
                TW: LANGUAGE
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(4 hours later.)

I open my eyes, the light hitting me like a brick wall. I quickly close them wincing at the light.
"Is he awake?" I hear someone's voice boom. I open my eyes more slowly this time. I look around the room. Why am I in the Med Ba-

fuck.

I tried to kill myself...and I failed...I'm supposed to be dead. I didn't wanna live.

Hot tears well in my eyes.

"What did you do?"I yell realizing I'm not dead. I'm still alive and somehow I feel worse than before. It all hurts more now, and now they know.

"Hey shh, Peter, you're okay."

I shake my head. I need something sharp. Hell, I would take a gun right now. I look around the room for something.

"Pete hey shh your gonna be okay," Tony says

"NO!"I scream, but my voice sounds hoarse. "J-just let me go. I wanna go! Let me go please."I beg him. He shakes his head his eyes are bloodshot and wide.

"PLEASE!"I cry. I'm pulled into a hug.

"No Peter. Y-Your gonna get through this."I just sob into his chest. when I pull away I notice a tray with knives and scissors. I go to reach for them but my arm is grabbed.

"No."He says pushing me back down.

"STOP."I beg "I WANNA GO LET ME DIE! I WANNA DIE!"I plead. Bruce grabs the blades and takes them away I'm too weak to fight back. All I can do is cry giving up I'm just gonna have to wait.
My heart breaks a little more, even though I wanted to die, it still took a lot to do it. To drag the blade across my wrist. And now it's for nothing. Now Tony can see how weak I am, how worthless I am.

"Peter. Please just let me help you. Your gonna get better okay, just let me help."He begs.

"Bull shit!"I practically growl at him.

"No Peter you-"

"BULL SHIT!" My voice breaks and notice how raspy it now is. "y-you cant h-help."

He can't help. Pills don't do shit, May put me in therapy after Ben died and it didn't help. I can't tell people I'm spiderman so it doesn't work. I've tried to help myself but I can't. It's hopeless. I used to be desperate for reasons to live, slowly they faded away. So death seems better than this. I'm done with the pain. I'm too tired of this shit.

And now I have to wait because they're all too damn selfish to let me go. I should have dug the blade in harder.
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Word count 457
Date-1-17-22

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