I carry the bag of my purchases with guilt. I arrive back to the tower and lock my room door. I take out the familiar packages and prepare myself for the pain I'm about to inflict upon myself.
After I finished making an absolute mess in my bathroom, I wrap my arm in gauze and wash the sink. I then hid my razors in a bag under the carpet. I pulled on a long sleeve and looked in the mirror.
I'm not ready for this...I can't deal with this right now...
I broke down, crying quietly. I turned off the lights and went to bed, hoping to sleep and forget any of this ever happened. The throbbing in both of my arms kept me up all night, but i was finally able to sleep. I was woken up by Tony.
"Kid. Kid, wake up. We need to talk."
I groaned and snuggled into my sheets more.
"You need to make a decision. And now."
I sit up slowly, realizing this could be serious.
"Do you want to publicly announce that you're spiderman, or continue denying it?"
I sighed. I didn't want to hear anything else about this whole reveal thing. It has been giving me too much anxiety.
"I...I don't know. I guess I don't really have a choice, do I?"
"Not really."
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Tangled (Irondad Spiderson)
FanfictionWhen a spiders prey gets tangled in its web, the more it struggles, the worse it gets. And that's where Peter is; in the web of depression. - TW: Self harm, suicide, eating disorders, etc. - ALSO, THIS IS SPOILER-FREE FROM ENDGAME AND INFINITY WAR...
