𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝙾𝚏 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛

The Tower of hell

TW: depression, attempted suicide and swear words. If you're sensitive to this topic please proceed with caution. The next chapter will be happy I promise.

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One step closer, and it will all goes away. All my pain, all my loss, my life would be gone. And that's the way I wanted it. Just one more breath till it's all gone. Finally, I'm going to die.

"PETER, NO!"

A few hours earlier...

"Peter Parker what a pleasant surprise. You're very late, again. If I see you late one more time you will be put In 3-day lunch detention. Take a seat." I lowered my gaze, pulling my hoodie over my head. The class snickered at me, whispering obnoxiously loud. I can't believe I missed the bus I'm so godamn stupid. And now I have to stay in a soaking wet hoodie with my hair dripping over my eyes.

When eventually the third period came around, I was becoming damper then soaked and my hair was now fully dry, laying messily atop my head. Most people laughed as I walked by in the halls to my classes, but I didn't care, I smiled. It was so fake it sickened me just looking at it in the reflection of the window.

The close the end of the day came, the deeper and darker my thoughts became.

I put a facade every day. In front of my aunt, in front of Tony, in front of everyone. I was so tired of faking it, I was so tired of being someone I'm not. The feeling hopelessness sunk deep inside my heart, making it feel empty and numb. I couldn't feel anymore. I was dying inside and no one noticed or cared.

My heart plummeted at the thought of everyone leaving me. I couldn't bear the mere thought of it. I knew people left all the time, so why couldn't I handle it? Why do I have to be so fucking sensitive?! I wanted to die. It was simple.

I wanted my existence to be erased of the face of the earth, I wanted to leave this wretched world. I hate myself. I couldn't do the simplest of things because my brain, my corrupt brain begged me to stay crippled inside. I wanted to be gone. I hate myself so fucking much.

I tried my hardest, I did, but I couldn't keep going. I can't keep it any longer. All I felt pain, so why did I feel I needed more of it? Pain. I craved it. I craved death. I needed it.

I set out in a sprint, running to god knows where. I shouldn't have left school, but I did. I kept running and running, pushing past the aching pain in my legs. I didn't care too much, it didn't matter what I felt because in the end it all. I don't know where I stopped but I couldn't care. It didn't matter where I ended it. As long as I was gone, it wouldn't matter. It's not like anyone cared.

Tears brimmed my eyes when I got to the roof. I thought about all the people who might miss me. I shook the thought away focusing on my goal. The goal of death. I ripped out a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling a goodbye note. I tucked it in my suit, just to be sure. I knew very well Mr stark could track me down, he will find me. Eventually. Soon I will be lying face down on the concrete in a pool of my blood. Finally, I would be dead.

One step closer, I was one step closer to dying. One step closer until my pain would end. I'm so close, but why was I hesitating? No. Do it, Peter, no one loved you anyway, its not like anyone gives a shit. Just do it! JUMP!

I closed my eyes, taking a step forward, taking one final breath.

"PETER NO"

You did it.