TW: drug use, mentions of death, mentions of depression, mentions of trauma.

Peter's P.O.V

"MJ! NO!" Peter yelled as the web that was attached to his wrist desperately chased MJ's body as she continued to plummet towards the concrete. She landed, making Peter's heart drop to his feet as he heard Y/N scream loudly. But as usual, his feet didn't land on the ground like they had on the day that his life had ended. Instead, he was suddenly stood in the middle of the dilapidated room, completely alone. He gulped and looked around rapidly, knowing what was coming but also knowing that he was utterly powerless to stop any of it. Suddenly, he heard a loud scream. He looked up and his eyes widened as May plummeted towards him, her body uncontrollably falling towards the ground.

"No, no, no." Peter mumbled as he started to move to catch her. She fell into his arms, making him sigh in relief as he safely caught his Aunt, but his eyes widened as blood started to ooze from the bullet hole that sat in her waist. Peter sank to his knees with her in his arms, his heart almost pounding out of his chest at the idea of losing his Aunt too.

"May, no, no, stay with me, please." He choked, his hand desperately pressing against her skin in a futile effort to stop the bleeding.

"This was all your fault, Peter." She whispered. He looked at her as tears stained his face.

"What?" he gulped. Her lips formed into an eerie smile, making Peter gulp again as her body went limp in her arms.

"Peter!" he looked over his shoulder and his eyes widened again as Y/N stood there, the thug that was behind her holding a gun to her head.

"Please, not her too." Peter choked and shook his head as he slowly stood up and turned to face her, May's body now gone.

"You could have stopped all of this. You could have saved us all, Peter." Y/N smiled and shook her head.

"I can still save you. I WILL save you, you'll be okay!" He cried as he started to rush towards her. His eyes widened as the thug's finger twitched, the trigger gently being pulled.

"NO!"

Peter screamed as his eyes flew open and he jolted up into a sitting position on his mattress. He gulped, tears streaming down his face and his heart almost pounding out of his chest as he came out of the painful memory that always turned into the same nightmare of losing everyone that he loved. He looked around the room frantically, knowing that another shot of heroin was the only thing that would silence the demons. He scrambled up off of the mattress and across the room to his stuff, his fingers quickly picking up the needle, the belt and the rusting spoon that held what he considered to be his cure. He gulped, his heart still pounding as he quickly tied the belt around his arm as tightly as he could before filling the needle with the brown liquid. He clenched his jaw as he lowered the needle and let it puncture his already sore skin, a slight hiss of pain leaving his lips as he injected the toxic concoction into his bloodstream. He sighed in relief, his eyes rolling back into his head and his body falling back against the mattress as the heroin coursed through the boy's blood and took over his body.

Laughs left Peter and MJ's lips, the two of them running up the steps of Peter's apartment building as they escaped from the rain.

"I told you that you need to start bringing an umbrella to school! Look at you!" MJ exclaimed as she gestured to Peter's soaked clothes.

"Hey, you're soaked too." he teased as he unlocked the front door. She rolled her eyes playfully at him as they headed in and chucked their bags onto the sofa.

"You want a hot chocolate or something, babe?" Peter called out as MJ sat on the sofa and he headed into the kitchen.

"Yes, please." she replied. He nodded to himself as he started to make the hot drinks. He shoved the mugs of milk into the microwave and set it going before grabbing the hot chocolate powder.

"I'm warning you now, Pete, that we're not watching 'Star Wars' again." MJ chuckled from the sofa.

"Why not?! You LOVE 'Star Wars'!" he laughed.

"No, I love you, and so I put up with ' Star Wars'." Peter's eyes widened as she uttered those words. He looked over his shoulder at her.

"What did you just say?" he scoffed.

"I said that I love you, so I put up with-oh, shit." MJ mumbled, her eyes widening as she also realised what she'd said. Peter gulped, making his girlfriend look at him timidly as he rushed to the sofa and sat down next to her.

"Do...do you mean that, MJ?" he muttered. She gulped, her eyes nervously flicking to meet his.

"I-I mean...yeah. I know that i-it's a little soon to say it, but...I love you." she admitted quietly. He smiled and bit his lip, making her gulp as he gently hooked a finger underneath her chin. They stared at each other, MJ's chocolate eyes staring into Peter's as he leant in and gently pressed their lips together. She returned the kiss and raised her hands to his face. He broke the kiss and looked at her.

"I love you too, MJ." Peter confessed, his voice equally as quiet as hers had been. She smiled and bit her lip, making Peter chuckle as he leant in and kissed her again.

But then, something strange happened. Instead of the drugs continuing to silence Peter's demons like they usually did, instead the toxic voices started to be replaced by Y/N's soothing one. Peter opened his eyes slowly, Y/N's words from her visit swirling around in his brain. You did everything that you could to save MJ. I want to help you. Her words filled his mind, almost battling his high as he lay on the mattress. He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut as he put a hand over his face. Maybe Y/N had been right, maybe Peter did need help. He sighed again, his high fizzling out as soon as it was taken a hold of him as he sat up and put his legs over the side of the mattress. He sat on the edge of his bed, his back hunched over and his hands joined as he thought about what to do. He picked up his phone and scrolled along to May's number, clenching his jaw as he pressed on it and held it to his ear. After a moment, she picked up.

"Hey, Peter." She spoke quietly. Peter looked down.

"Y/N came by a few hours ago." He nodded.

"I know. Because I asked her to." May admitted.

"Wow, I'm impressed, May, I thought that I'd have to add at least a little bit of heat to get you to admit it." He scoffed.

"Peter, what do you expect me to do? Because I'm lost, honey. I tried to be there for you as much as I could be when MJ passed away, but it wasn't enough. You've been living by yourself in that awful place and doing god knows what to yourself for far too long. I'm sorry, Peter, but Y/N was my last resort." She sighed. Peter returned it and looked down, tears pricking his eyes.

"I just miss her so much, May. How else am I meant to drown out the voices that tell me that it's my fault?" he choked.

"You let us help. That's how, honey." She responded softly. Peter sighed again and nodded, drying his eyes before hanging up the phone. He lay back on his bed again, a couple of tears escaping his eyes and running down his cheeks as he looked up at what little ceiling there was left above him. He knew what he had to do tomorrow. The problem was that he was still somewhat reluctant to do it.