My Child Always and Forever ~ Wrong Number Au

part 4 - The Avengers save Peter

Suicidal thoughts, gory if you have a mind like that.
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*☆Peter's POV☆*

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I sigh in relief after I have cleared that up with atleast one of my online friends. My broken bone isn't as bad. I managed to get food so my healing is faster. Any and all cuts or bruises I had are now healed.

The big scrape in my back and arms will take awhile. My leg is priority, the scrapes will heal in a normal time frame. For someone without super healing. I change out of my suit and into some different not scuffed up clothes. I put a sort of brace thing on my leg.

As soon as I finished I grabbed my headphones and jumped out the window. Once I am sure that May cant find me I run. I run to the park as fast as I can. Once I am there I sigh and put on my head phones. I play turn on my playlist of all my downloaded songs. I turn it on shuffle play and relax.

After a good bit I get tired so I go to the tallest building that is close to the part and sneakily climb up the walls. This one conveniently doesn't have a fence. I sit there on the roof and I look down. I'm sitting with my legs off the roof.

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I look down at all the people who look like ants at this height. I stand up with my feet on the very end of the building. I peer down and cant help but think;

if I died would anyone care? Would anyone know? Would anyone spare a glance or even a though about me this one boy. This one boy out of the 7+ billion. The answer is no, no one would care, they wouldn't care enough to know or look or spare a passing though.

I slowly shuffle even closer to the edge. The asphalt is looking surprisingly soft. I should jump and see how soft the asphalt is. It is but testing a theory. I mean a young boy in love with science just testing their hypothesis.

Extra warning gory thoughts

I smile at the though of me hitting the ground. My head hitting the ground shattering my skull. Killing me on impact. My bones breaking blood running out. I wouldn't feel it, but the others would see the mistakes they made.

Gore is over, still warning tho not for gore

They would finally see just how much they broke me. When they hit me, when they yell at me, when they laugh at me. When they don't acknowledge I even exist. I laugh, I start laughing. They wouldn't care, they don't even know I exist or care.

With my laughter I can feel tears lining my eyes threatening to fall. I sit down on the edge and pull out the razor. I slice it across my skin giving me satisfaction looking at the blood leaving my body.

The blood that keeps me alive. The blood I don't deserve. Leaving the body I don't deserve. Leaving this poor boy who never asked to be born. Why am I complaining. I have it good. There are people who have to worse than me

I'm just being ungrateful, I have a roof and occasionally I have food. I have clothes i have shelter. Yet I'm complaining. I really am stupid am I not.

I soon go back to laughing at all those time people actually 'cared' for me. They only are with me because of pity. They only invited me because I saved their son. They wouldn't have even known I existed if I had not done that.

But if I hadn't done that someone would have lost their life because I'm to stupid and selfish to do crap. I bring the razor to my neck thinking that if I did this it would look like murder not suicide.