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WARNING: SELF HARM AND SEXUAL HARASSMENT.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

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Peters Pov:

My heavy eyes slowly awaken to blurry and distort vision. I look around me and I find myself on the bathroom floor in a pool of my own blood.

What happened? What was I doing? What is this?

I feel the pain in my heart when a huge flashback filled my mind. The pain and themselves inside of me, thrusting in and out. Feeling so much pain. The pain was overwhelmingly heavy, minute by minute the heart crushing feeling of uselessness and worthlessness filling my heart, soul and mind.

I look at my watch.

5:50a.m...

"Oh God help me please." My voice cracked into a quiet whispery sob. I slowly stood up and trying to stand on my shivering legs. I manage to get myself up and lean against the bathroom counter. I look at myself in the mirror and see nobody. Just an ugly little slut who is nothing but a pathetic little bitch.

'Who the fuck do you think you are?'

'Do you really think that you'll be able to stop them? How pathetic.'

Voices ringed in my ears, stabbing my heart with their self loathing words. They are right tho, I didn't stop them. So it's my fault.

*knock knock*

"Peter you in there?" I hear my beloved aunt call from the other side of my door.

"Yeah? Just getting ready for school." I lied.

"This early?" She wasn't stupid you dumb whore it's 5:55a.m. in the fucking morning!

"Yeah I need to catch the train earlier because I was late last time." Great job whore, you fucked it all up she'll never believe that!

"Okay?" Obviously she is not stupid.

Who the fuck gets up this early for school, thank God shes gone now. If she came in, May would see the blood. But she wouldn't care. I didn't.

I cleaned myself up and mopped the blood. Picking up the big pieces of shards and threw them in the bin. I feel disgusting. Remembering everything and realising the fact that somebody that I loved had raped me, drugged me for the use of his and their pleasure.

I walk out the bathroom and started to get ready.

I wonder what today will bring? Ah! that's right more shit then ever before since that website was sent to the whole fucking school! Great...fuck my life...

"Going now May!" I walk straight to the door. I can't look at her now. She'll see the disapointment that is me.

"Okay don't be late coming home!" My aunt half yelled.

I face the hallway. My journey to hell it is.

SCHOOL

Staring at the halls, kids looking at me and the faces of disgust fill their bodies. People pointing and laughing, as well as shouting.

"SLUT!"

"WHORE!"

"DESPERATE LITTLE SHIT!"

Words flung at me as I walk to my locker. I open it to find condoms and notes. I knew what they said. I didn't need to open them.

"Hey Petey!" Who the fuck was that?

"It's me. Mike..."

Apart from all the yelling and laughing I could just hear him. After awhile the bell went and everyone finally left. I watch their bodies leave the halls and empty the area around me and Mike. I look at him in fear and hatred.

He comes closer to me, his eyes were filled with passion and lust.

'Oh shit. I am fucking screwed.'

He violently grabs me and pushes me against my locker. Mike starts kissing me passionately and forcefully.

"Be a good boy for me Petey~~~" Mike whispered seductively against my ear.

He lifts me up onto his hips while squeezing my ass. I yelp in pain and takes the advantage by sticking his tongue down my throat. I choke on his tongue, I feel the paralysing fear I felt that night... the dirty, guilty and disgusting feeling of somebody touching me.

His groping and kissing were passionate and lustful, he lowers me down and cups my face. Tears streaming down my cheeks, I leaned back as much as possible against the lockers, trying to distance myself away from him.

I felt my heart pump faster and faster, the stinging sensation fills my chest and the breathing became heavy. It got harder and harder to breathe, he got closer to my teary face and whispered.

"You'll always be a little slut. You fat disgusting bitch."

His voice echoed into my head, playing itself over and over again. I feel the pain of those words swirling around my head.

He backs away, I sigh in relief. He walks away, heading to his next class like nothing happened. I crawl into a ball and cry. W

What the fucking hell is this shit? What is going on?

Tears run down my eyes, my limbs shake and tremble.

I need to leave this shit hole. Now.

I got up and I could feel my legs tremble and arms shaking. I walk down the hall leaning against the lockers as my legs tremble more.

How the fucking hell did it get to this? How did I let it get this bad? What is wrong with me...

Skip to Patrol (Cause I am a lazy ass bitch! XD)

I haven't been on patrol for a couple of weeks, since the incident. I needed to help out Queens again, I can't aband Spider-man. He was the perfect persona that I could fall into. Its like putting up a mask and getting to be a hero that I wanted.

I swing along the buildings helping civilians and stopping robberies. I swing to the top of a giant skyscraper, looking over the big city seeing all the other tall towers and street lights changing colours.

"UNDEROES!" It was Tony. I see his iron man suit flying towards me. I am glad to see someone I knew, who at least cared a little bit about me.

"Hey Mr. Stark! How are you?" I tried to sound chirpy and deentaly happy.

"We need to talk." He jumped out of his suit. He was holding his tablet, I looked at his eyes. Fury and disappointment.

"What do you mean?" I pretend to question him with confusion, but the little voices inside my head said something else.

'He knows, it's on the internet. He can find it...'

Panic fills my blood. I feel dizzy and terrified.

"What the fucking hell is this?"

It was it.

The fucking website.

"Peter! What is this shit!?" Tony growls at me.

No words could escape my mouth, I was shivering with fear. I feel the numbness in my brain. The panic overwhelmed me.

"How did you get that?" I was shaking. Did the Avengers see this?

"It was on the internet Peter! TRENDING ON TWITTER!" Tony roared with his full blown well known anger.

My heart stopped. I stare at him in complete shock, no fucking way could this happen to me.

"What the fucking hell does that mean?" I feel my blood boiling. I try to remain calm but the thoughts were racing.

"Well I was gonna ask you. WHAT ARE YOU? SOME KIND OF SLUT?" His alcoholic breath filled my lungs as I fire back with my dead, powerless words.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?" I felt tears running down my face, my eyes were puffy and red.

Tony took a deep breath. He has a point. I am a slut. Who would of thought that?

"Mr. Stark. Please understand me when I tell you that-"

"Give me the suit back." He blurts out.

I looked at him with confusion and shock. What the fuck did he just say?

"What the fuck do you mean? This isn't my fault!" I try to defend myself and have some kind of reson but i failed. It always did.

"Peter, everyone on the team wants you gone. This website is just too much."

I wasn't that suprised. Who would want a slut and a whore on the Avengers team? I stumble back a little taking it in. I breathed a wheezy breath and looked into his dead soulless eyes.

"That's fine by me."

I walk backwards to the edge of the building.

"I fucking quit."

I leap off the building hearing Tony screaming and yelling my name. Tears roll down my cheeks, I feel numb and ashamed.

What the fucking hell is this? Shit! I need somebody!

I swing to my home and got undressed into my pyjamas. I glared at my bathroom. Thinking over and over to myself.

Don't do it Peter! You'll get hurt!

Do it Peter! They want this from you! You're pathetic and useless... they don't want you...

I rip off my suit and ran to the bathroom. I sat down on the edge of the tub. Staring at myself, my wrists. I see the cuts that were there from last night. The guilt rushed through me as if it just happened.

Do it Peter. They never wanted you. Why would they give up so easily ... They never loved you... same with Tony... he hates you...

I grab the razor and looked at my wrist.

Come on Peter you're better then this... don't do this...

DO IT YOU DUMB SLUT!

I slit down my wrist slowly and deeply.

Why would anyone stop you... No body would ever love you..

I cry in pain but felt pleasure of the satisfaction of the emotional pain leaving me. The blood pours all over the floor, filling up a small forming puddle on the floor under my feet.

"Peter?"

Who the fuck is that?

"It's me. May."

Panic fills my veins as I quickly grab some towls and tried to clean up the blood.

"What is it May?" I stare at the door. Thinking and begging for her not to open the door. Feeling the guilt and anxiety swirling around my stomach.

"Your boyfriend Mike is here."

Oh fucking...SHIT! It can't be him.. not now.

"Ummmm let him in..." My voice sounded weak and pathetic. I guess she didn't care because she walked away.

"Okay sweety." I hear her footsteps leave my room. The door opening and closing behind her.

I rush to the bathroom door and open the door a crack. I see him. Right there infront of the door.

"Hello Petey." His voice. His fucking voice. Shivers run down my spine. He comes closer, I open the door and shut it behind me. I lean against and stare at his soulless eyes.

"I want to talk to you."