✧ peter parker imagines ✧

1. drifted

part 1/3
⚠️ trigger warning: abuse ⚠️

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Soon as the door quietly locks I feel the burning pain in my throat and the tears brimming up. Without noticing I was already crying. Doing this didn't help much since shutting my eyes made my headache even worst.

i'm sick of never pleasing my family. no one loves me for who i am. i try so damn hard to be perfect in front of them, but i'm just a weak, stupid girl on the inside.

why do you have to be so frail? you can't show that side. they'll abandon you. just run away (y/n), maybe the pain finally will go to ease.

I didn't realize how much I was crying. Not out loud of course, but how much tears and blood were catching on my jeans that I'm clutching towards me.

you're shaking. this is the worst panic attack yet.

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"enough! you'll kill her! leave her alone for the night!" my mother strained forward to lash at me, just out of reach now so that the belt swished past my dad's shoulder as he twists it away from the floor.

"look at her! she can't even succeed in school but she can always hang out with that boy!" she was shaking in anger, looking at me with pure disgust like an animal. i was on the floor, trying to hold back the sobs from both pain and fear.

i was angry. peter helped me with everything. just cause i got my first c on my report card and quitted band since i lost interest this is happening. i barely even whispered,"d-don't talk about p-peter like--" and she whipped me again even harder.

and that's the first time she abused me to that extent, this time it was about my best friend. ever since then she keeps hurting me if i disappoint her.

always about peter parker.

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I'm hyperventilating, not being able to breathe. My chest hurts.

I slowly get up and start packing up my backpack. I throw random clothes in and all the necessities I can think of.

every step aches. everywhere hurts. each day is just getting worst. how long more can you hide this?

Before leaving, I rush into my bathroom to conceal each visible bruise there was. I look at myself in the mirror. Just looking at myself made me want to cry even more. My hair was messed up from it being pulled and a bruise forming on my eye, making my face swell and there were scratches along my neck. There was dark circles forming but I couldn't cover it up cause of the small open wounds near them. wow they got you pretty hard this time.

I dump my makeup out of my bag. I never was the type of person to use any makeup besides concealer. As the beauty blender bounced on my face it just caused more pain making me wince.

it's not working, it's making it swell up. i can't even conceal these cuts. you don't even look recognizable (y/n). what happened to you? what are you doing?

I took off the concealer and just put a hood on so no one recognizes me. I cover half of my face with my tangled hair. As I try to close my bag up, I'm still shaking intensely so I struggled zipping it up. I open up my window, look at my room one last time to see if the light was still on, and went down the fire escape as quietly as possible.

i have no hesitation to even say bye to my parents. am I being too cold-hearted?

shut up, they're the ones that hurt you (y/n). no one can know. not even peter. if i tell him my parents will find out. they'll hit me more.