Chapter 6
There's a pill inside of me
That you'll have to swallow
When you're sinking in your teeth
And tasting my sorrows
Be careful
My bones are fragile
And you know
I put my trust in you
Be careful
My bones are fragile
And I know you know
That I trust you
There's something rotting
In my bedroom
Would you like
To come and see?
There's something rotting
In my bedroom
And I'm scared
It might be me
There's something rotting
In my bedroom
And I know
That it's me
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Peter wakes up standing in a cemetery. He blinks, looking around in confusion.
He looks at one of the gravestones. Squinting he sees small letters engraved into it, spelling out the name; MAY PARKER. Eyes widening, Peter gasps shallowly.
He steps closer. He looks towards the gravestones next to hers. BEN PARKER. Glancing around he sees a row of hundreds of gravestones. He walks down the aisle, reading each name: JASON LONELLO, EUGENE THOMPSON, SEYMOUR O’REILY, LIZ ALLEN, NED LEEDS, MICHELLE-
Tears prick at Peters eyes.
No, No
Why?
A muddy hands rips out of a gravestone. Pulling on Peters shoe. Getting a tight grip, it’s starts dragging Peter along. Towards the grave.
Suddenly, a massive hole caves into the ground where the grave was moments before.
Peter starts kicking, screaming in fear. “Please, No! I’m Sorry!” Peter sobs, clawing desperately trying to get enough grip onto the ground to stop his inevitable death.
A big gravestone apprised where the big hole is. Peters eyes widen in shock.
PETER PARKER is the name engraved into the grey stone.
They’re going to bury him alive.
Before Peter can do anything, he falls into the hole. The breath is knocked out of his lungs.
He’s in a wooden box.
Above him, people are all around where he is.
“MJ!” He screams towards a muddy grey looking MJ. She doesn’t so much as move a muscle at his screams. Instead she smirks, “This is what happens Peter, you killed us all. Now, it’s your turn.” She whispers, but Peter here’s it loud and clear. Her voice echos around his head.
Peter let’s out a wrecked sob at her words.
A lid starts closing in on him.
Peter’s shaking, “NO PLEASE!” The lid closes forever sealed.
He claws and claws at his death chamber. Blood starts trickling out of his fingernails.
Please!
He doesn’t want to die.
It wasn’t my fault it wasn’t my fault it wasn’t my fault It wasn’t my fault it wasn’t my fault it wasn’t my fault It wasn’t my fault it wasn’t my fault it wasn’t my fault-
“Kid!” A gravelly sounding voice shakes him out of his nightmare.
Gasping, his eyes fly open. He clutches at the closest thing to him, which appears to be a hand. He tries to let go, turning red from embarrassment.
“Hey, it’s fine don’t worry about it,” The Punisher tells him reassuringly, rubbing circles into Peters’ knuckles. “Everyone has nightmares once and a while.”
Peter smiles shakily towards the man.
“I wanted to tell you kid, I took off your mask when you came into my home, I know and I’m sorry. But I had to check you weren’t seriously injured. I won’t go lookin’ for your identity or anythin’ you abs my word.” The man states calmly looking intensely at Peter.
Peter tenses.
Oh no
The Punisher knows his identity.
Peters breathing comes out harsher than before.
Castle curses.
“Kid, come on now. You’re gonna have to breath. Deep breaths. That’s it, there you go.” He tells him encouragingly.
Overtime Peters breathing become more controlled.
As if a blanket suddenly was ripped from him, he realises how tired he is. He blinks owlishly up at Frank (can he call him Frank?). Frank shakes his head fondly and moves to tuck Peter in and decides against it, eyebrows slightly pulled together.
Before he can think more, Peter quickly tugs his hand to show its alright if does tuck him. Castle smiles, eyes crinkling.
When Frank does tuck him in, he slowly drifts off.
The last thing he remembers is Frank chuckling and feeling a hand sweep the hair out of his face.