Hello!

This is just a random story that popped into my head so I apologize if it is weird

English is not my first language, so there might be some grammar errors

Story Triggers: Suicide attempt, self harm

Peter couldn't do this anymore.

A couple weeks ago, Mr. Stark had started cancelling every other one of their lab days together. Ned became distant and MJ seemed to be annoyed with his presence. His beloved Aunt May was always stressed and he felt he was just making it worse. He started off knowing that everyone has bad days or is busy, but then a small voice in the back of his mind said, " They hate you" "No one wants to spend time with such a pathetic, ugly loser"

A couple weeks ago, he started to cut himself. It started small, but he began to cut deeper and longer. There were angry red marks and fading pink lines scattered across his wrists and stomach. He thought that maybe, just maybe, he could cut away the extra fat on his stomach and his friends would like him again. Mr. Stark might not avoid him every week.

He felt fat and ugly. He was usually able to ignore Flash's comments, but today he just couldn't. Peter didn't even flinch when Flash grabbed him from behind.

You deserve this

A grin spread across Flash's face when Peter didn't try to get away.

"Whats wrong Penis? Did your pathetic friends dump you 'cause you're fat?"

Peter turned to stare back into his bully's eyes on the verge of tears and shrugged

Its true

Even your friends hate you

Ugly

Ugly

Pathetic

"Probably"

Flash was momentarily stunned. Peter had agreed with him?

In the moment that Flash was processing what he said, Peter tore down the hallway towards the bathroom. Tears were threatening to spill out of his eyes and he could NOT be the crying loser in the hallway. He pushed into a stall and finally lets himself cry.

Pathetic

He cried and cried, hoping that no one would come in and find him. It was about to be the last period of the day, so he figured that he could just skip. If he came to class with red, puffy eyes, everyone would laugh and ignore him. Another wave of tears racked his body as the thought crossed his mind. No one cared for him anyways. Nobody noticed when he stopped eating. Nobody noticed when he walked into class with a bruised face from Flash. He tried to ignore whispers in the hallway and the voices that seemed to be constantly whispering in his ear.

Nobody cares, ugly, look at the fatass, No wonder Penis Parker has no friends

Happy was picking him up after school for a weekend at the tower, and Peter did not want to disappoint him more than he already had. Happy always seemed angry at Peter and would not speak to him for excruciatingly long periods of time. Maybe Peter could leave school the back way to avoid him. It's not like Mr. Stark would miss him. A memory popped into his head from a week earlier

Mr. Stark pressed his hands to his temples in frustration.

"Peter, I told you that you can't come today. I have someone else that will be working with me"

He pointed to the back of the lab where a man was hunched over a lab station, working on something that resembled a bow.

His words were sharp as he snapped, "I have someone else"

That stung. Peter had sincerely hoped that this was another one of Mr. Stark's jokes. He hoped that that his mentor would grin and tell him that he was just kidding.

Worthless

He already replaced you

He took a shaky breath in and tried to keep a neutral face.

" 'Kay Mr. Stark"

He turned on his heel to walk out the door and speed walked all the way back home, ignoring any greeting from people passing by.

Happy wouldn't miss him either. He might actually be happy to not have to escort him. How ironic.

The bell that signaled the beginning of rang through the mostly empty halls. Not that any teach would actually notice he was gone. Ever since Peter's mental health started spiraling, he started letting his grades slip. It was fascinating to watch them fall. One day he would see a B on his overall grade, and the next he would see a C+. The only classes he still had a good grade in were Spanish and Robotics. The only two classes he actually cared about. He let out a small laugh through his tears. Spider man was really losing it.

Idiota

He re-adjusted himself in the stall so he would go through his backpack. There were crumpled papers from previous tests. The teachers bright red pen making comments on his failed work. Pencils and pens threatened to spill onto the floor from his pockets. The former top-of class student had become a complete mess. His Spider-Man suit. He finally reached the bottom of his bag, where a shining silver pocketknife was resting next to a roll of gauze. It seemed to speak to him. Calling that if he dragged it across his skin, he would feel so much better.

His crying had stopped as he wrapped his hand around the knife. It was cool in his hand as he rolled up the sleeve of his sweatshirt. As he dragged the blade across the side his wrist, a wave of relief washed through him. The cut barely stung, but it temporarily quieted his thoughts. This cut didn't bleed much. That was good, he guessed. That meant it would not ruin his sweatshirt. Next, he moved to the side of his stomach. There were bigger scars here, where he cut deeper and longer. No thoughts moved through his head has he cut into his side, rivulets of blood trickled down his side. This one stung more, and was immediately wrapped in gauze as to not get blood everywhere. A boy had to have some decency.

SKIP TO END OF PERIOD

Peter slouched out of the bathroom and was immediately submerged in a river of people. Only he did not race to the front of the building like other kids.

People shoved him as they pushed by. Some his old friends, and some completely unfamiliar faces. His side stung as someone shoved their elbow into his side in a rush to leave the prison called high school.

They all hate you

You deserve to be hurt

The doors to the exit of the school were glass, making it easy for Peter to push through them without a second thought. After he exited the building, he realized that he would not be able to go back to the apartment because May knew that he should be gone. If he showed up, she would call Mr. Stark and ask questions. Questions that Peter would prefer not to be asked.

She will want you to leave

She doesn't want you in her home

Peter quickly came to a decision. He would spend the weekend on the streets. If he stayed away from everyone (swinging from top of building to building), no one would have to put up with him for days.

Smiling to himself, Peter ran into the streets, feeling like he was doing everyone a favor

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