How many times have I cried this November? 15-ish? I don’t know. I cry so much usually that I never keep count anymore.

I’m just a super sensitive person who also cries when frustrated. Hi, how are you?

I just thought I should make this post for the people who willingly follow me, and so they know I am not dead. Thank you, that is all.

I'm Just A Kid // P.P.

(Chapter One)

Warnings: swearing, injury, blood, guns, rape, drugs and hospitals.

I laid in bed, my head resting on the pillow as I stared at the ceiling. Peter was supposed to be here three hours ago, I gave up on hope after the first hour. I knew he would come here if he was hurt, he always came to me because he new I took and elective in nursing when I was a freshman, I actually took it for Peter.

We had been dating at the time but broke up due to some things that happened with me, we stayed friends though. I never did tell him what happened. I heard a knock and my window and I sighed sitting up, opening the window. The red and blue painted blue boy came in crawling. He took off his mask and I could see the tears streaming down his face. "Hey, what happened? Wheres the damage?" He never really cried about pain so I knew this one was serious. He pointed to his back and I pressed the spider and his suit fell from his body, blood was dripping and I curwed to myself, it was running hard. "Oh my God Peter" I muttered, it was bad. I shot up and ran to the bathroom getting all the towels I could. I presses a towel on his back and after a few seconds it was soaked in a deep red. "Pete I need you to lay on your stomach and keep breathing. I'm gonna go grab some of my moms pain medication for you because this will hurt" I got up and ran to my mother's room, she deep asleep and I opened her pill drawer pulling out and looking at the bottles, I grabbed a bottle of hydrocodone an ran back in. "Here take uh..." I read the bottle and poured 3 in my had. "Three" he took them from my hand and swallowed them dry. I took the towel off and grabbed the bucket of medical supplies I kept hidden under my bed for him. I pulled off the towel and looked at his back. "I need you to tell me what happened, so I can treat it" I said, as I dabbed the blood up. I grabbed the hydrogen peroxide, and started pouring on what it was. "I got shot two or three times and I think I got stabbed... all I know is that it fuckin hurts!" He barked at me, and I just rolled my eyes. "Alright thank you Pete that's all needed to know" I muttered poured some more. "Ok, I need to get the bullet out, I need you to stay completely still" I grabbed the long tweezers and started playing operation. I got it and slowly pulled it out dropping it in the cup. I looked at it and it was way do deep to stitch up for myself.

There was only one other option.

"Pete, it's too deep to stitch I need to seir it shut" I said. I hadn't done this before wand I could fuck up greatly, but it was either this or his identity. "Peter look at me, this will hurt more that anything you've ever felt. Ok? I'll be right back, stay awake" I went to my nothers room and grabbed her crack lighter and went to kitchen getting a knife. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" I muttered to myself over and over again. I was nervous and my hands were shaking. I walked into my room and sat down, redabbing up the blood. I breathed in and pressed down on the button, fire coming out and I held the knife close heating it up bright orange. "Here" I handed him a pillow and he latched his teeth on it, and that's when I brought the knife down to his wound, and he screamed bloody murder into the pillow his hands gripping it hard as hell, his knuckles so white his skin was probably translucent. I slowly brought the knife out seeing the skin mend its self altogether and I poured water on it too cool it.

One hour later....

I had finished the last bullet hole, and I looked to Peter's face. "Pete? Its done" I said and he didn't respond. "Peter?" I slapped his face a bit, I brought my fingers to his pulse on his neck and there was nothing. Oh god. I rolled him on his back and grabbed my phone, dialing 911. "911 what's your emergency?" The operator said. I was hyperventilating at this point "My friend isnt breathing, I had to perform an home bullet hole surgery." I said and the operator was silent. "Okay mam, I'm going to need you to start CPR, do you no how to do that? If not I can guide you through it." I could hear some clicking g but I quickly put my hands on his chest, pushing down hard, getting I to a rhythm quickly. "Ok, I've started CPR" I said. "What's the address of the emergency?" My arms were tierd but I kept going. "Um, 20 Ingram street, and Ascan Avenue, Queens New York, Apartment 15 on the first floor" my arms were burning, but Peter's lifeless body just laid there. "Wake up Peter. Wake up" I said and pushed harder. "Theres an ambulances on it's way, it should be there with in a few minutes. Keep up the compressions sweetheart, you're doing great" I nodded and kept going.

"Come on Pete, your not gonna die, I need you" I pushed, the rythm steady. There was knock at the door "hurry come in!" I yelled and they ran in and paused look at his suit. "Quit oogling and help him for god sake!" And they snapped out of it, one of the man took over for me, and the other brought him in stretcher. "Ma'am, I'm going to need you to help us fill out some stuff once we get to the hospital. They had discarded the suit to the side leaving him in his boxers as they checked for more, the took him out tof the building. "Would you like to ride to the hospital with him?" I shook my head "yeah"

Later

I sat in the hospital room with May. She had just come in from talking to the doctors. She sat next to me and put her hand on mine. "May I'm so sorry for what I did I fuc-" I started but she cut me off. "The doctor said that if you hadn't done what you did, he would have died." She squeezed my hand and it felt nice, like I had a mother in the moment. "Why did you guys break up anyways?" She asked. I needed to be honest with her, I hadn't told anyone what happened it was time that I did. "It was at Liz's party, she had almost everyone from the school there. I had a bad day, my mom was yelling at me first thing in the morning because she thought I threw up on the dog when in reality she did." She nodded for me to continue

"So I had 1 to many drinks, I barely remember anything except for when this one guy walked me to a bedroom. I tried to get him off me, I pushed and kicked but he he got what he want and left me there. Michelle came in an hour later because she could hear me crying. She came in and sat with me, she let me stay at her house that night. I felt so awful for what had happened, it felt like a I cheated on him. I couldn't even look at him after that." My breath was shakey as I spoke. She was the first person besides Michelle I told. I felt good getting some of it off my chest. "Oh honey" she said putting her hand atop of mine. "I-I dont even know what to say" she muttered and I just shook my head.

"You don't have to say anything May, but do you think I should tell Peter?"