Spider-Man One Shots

a cry for help

A/N: ⚠️ this one shot is more serious than others and if you're triggered by talk of suicide our blood I strongly suggest not reading this ⚠️ I know I said I'd make more happy ones and I promise I will, but there's also this so...

Peter walked home, alone. It was never good when he was alone. The voices in his head were the loudest. They controlled him.

They beat him until he couldn't get up.

It's going to happen to you again.

The world is horrible, and you know it.

No one loves you.

You should be dead.

There's      no       hope.

Memories flooded his brain. He had seen things... You can never forget.

All the lives he couldn't save, he should have.

All the people who 'love' him shouldn't.

He was a waste of space.

Was this who he was? Was the voice right all along?

Peter let a tear slip as she rushed into the elevator.

No one was home. Peter ran to the bathroom.

He opened the cupboard, and lifted a loose board of wood, where he kept a small knife.

He held it shakily. He pulled up his sleeves, so the bunched up on his upper arm.

And as tears feel from his face rapidly, he began to slice his skin open, seeing how much he could bleed.

This want the first time he had done this.

There was no point in living.

He didn't feel anything.

As blood and salty tears pooled on the ground he final stopped.

He got up, weak.
He went towards the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of pills.

He sat back down where he was. He looked at the pills. They shook in his hand.

His thoughts started racing. He could end all this, in seconds. All his misery could be over with. He wouldn't have to deal with- with life.

No more bullies. No more never being able to sleep. No more emptiness. No more memories. No more hurt....

No more Ned. Natasha, Clint, Steve, Wanda, Shuri, Bucky, Sam.

MJ.

Pepper.

Tony.

What would happen to Tony. What was going to happen just hours later in the day. Tony would come home. And he would call for Peter. And Peter wouldn't answer. And he would find him, dead.

Could Tony take it? Could he take it?

Petey looked at the pills through his blurry vision.

The bottle was smudged with blood.

His eyes were pudding and bloodshot. His shirt was ruined.

The bottle was now shaking even more in his hand.

It would be so easy. It could be so easy.
He could end it all.

Tony.

Peter grabbed his phone.

He dialed a number. The last place he could go.

"Please confirm you are calling the national suicide hotline number by pressing one."