Worn

Pietro sat on the floor of his room at the brotherhood house. He looked at the bottle in front of him that read "Tylenol" then at the bottle of vodka that sat next to him. It was almost empty because he had drunken most of it. It wasn't completely full from the beginning but it was close enough.

It had been months since Apocalypse was defeated and life had gone on. In these months a lot had happened. Wanda's lost memories had returned and she had gone hack to trying to get revenge on him and Magneto. Magneto no longer bothered him and he was glad for that. He was more or less forced into fallowing him. Wanda blamed him for her being stuck in an asylum for years and years but what was he supposed to do? It was a little kid vs. a powerful mutant. He didn't have powers like his sister. Besides, Magneto had abandoned him at an orphanage soon after.

The young white haired mutant poured out the pill onto the floor than moved them around aimlessly. He had made plans to save his sister when they were little kids but when their father found out, he beat him and tore up the pieces of paper that contained his ideas. Pietro still bore scars from that time; mostly on his arms and legs so he always wore long sleeves and long pants.

Another thing that had changed was his clothes. He still wore long sleeved and pants but they now consisted of blacks, reds, and grays. His pants were black, baggy jeans and his shirt looked like a light gray t-shirt with red sleeved that almost always covered his hands. He no longer tended much to his hair so it hung loosely and messily on his head in its' snowy white way. His blue eye had become dull and lifeless. He realized how stupid and naive he used to be. His mind closed in now to it was time to end it, his life had ended before it had even begun so it was time to end it all.

He picked up all of the pills and popped them on his mouth before guzzling down the remaining bit of the vodka. Then, he laid down and felt the drowsiness of the alcohol effect. Before he could black out he heard his sister come home from her day and she was pissed.

"Pietro!" She was intending to take out her rage on him like everyone now a day did. Before the full effect of the pills he had taken sank in, he decided to flee out the window using his powers. He jumped from the window and landed on the ground but because of the vodka and his high metabolism, his landing was wrong which resulted in him hurting his right ankle. Regardless of this, he ran far from the house to end up on the streets of Bayville.

He was slightly stumbling from the mixture of his hurt ankle, the vodka and the mass amount of Tylenol. It was dark since night had already fallen in the short days of winter. As he walked he found his breath to be fascinating. How it danced in the harsh cold of the winter-night. It stood out from all else like his hair. He then noticed his black, worn shoes, which he had bought months ago. His eyes began to unfocused and his body began to sway as the drowsiness sunk deeper in.

The teen's shoulder hit a wall and, with nothing left to do, he slid down to a sitting position while leaning against the cold bricks. He looked at the street, which he could now only see lights from the cars that passed by. They moved around in his eyes like fireflies.

Pietro slid down and now lay on the cold cement street of the city. Shadowed figures began to gather around him. That was the last site he saw before completely blacking out. But in the darkness of his mind, he heard familiar voices, screaming, strangers and alarms. His limbs felt heavy and he couldn't move. That was all he knew.

Xavier Institute-

"Professor! Professor!" Kitty ran though the halls; she looked like she had seen a ghost. There was suddenly a blast of smoke in front of her. "Kurt! Did you find him?" He shook his head. Hank walked up to them after hearing the commotion from across the mansion.

"Kitty, what's wrong?" Hank asked the girl.

"It's- we saw- Kurt you explain!"

"Ve saw Pietro."

"So?"

"They were taking him away in an ambulance!"

"What?" Hank seemed shocked.

"Where's the Professor?" Kitty said, panicked.

"I'm here. I'm here. I got your feelings telepathically. Now what's this all about?" The Professor said calmly.

"We, me and Kurt, s-saw- he looked really bad-" The Professor cut her off.

"Calm down Kitty." He said in a calming voice. Hank decided to tell him what they had told himself.

"They say they saw Pietro be taken into an ambulance." He said calmly yet still surprised. Kurt was trying to calm down Kitty. When Hank said this, Professor Xavier became very serious very quick.

"I will look into this." He said as he left the teenagers to Hank. He sent Logan a message to meet him at the main entrance.

'What's wrong Charles?' Logan asked beginning a mental conversation.

'Kitty and Kurt informed me that they saw Pietro being taken away in an ambulance. I would like to investigate. Will you drive me to the Bayville Hospital?' Logan gave a mental nod.

Bayville Hospital-

Pietro squeezed his eyes tight before opening them. Dim light came into the window of the room and he guessed that it was morning; something he never expected to see again. The light slightly stung them so he kept them half closed.

"I'm alive?" He said in the empty room. He looked at his arm to find his sleeve rolled up and an I.V. in it and looked at the walls to see monitors, which he was hooked up to. Pietro noticed that his limbs felt extremely heavy and as though he couldn't move them. There was muffled talking coming from outside the door and soon enough, it opened.

This revealed Professor Xavier and Wolverine. Pietro now found the strength to turn on his side, away from them.

"Fuck..." He groaned softly. Logan walked over and leaned against the windowsill while The Professor wheeled himself over to the teen's bedside.

"Pietro." He began, trying to get the boy's attention. "Pietro." He didn't respond either time.

"Kid. You should answer someone when they talk to you." Logan told the responses mutant but The Professor gave him a look indicating to not interfere until he needed to.

Pietro began to talk but very quietly. "Just...want...alone...confused..." His sentences weren't making much sense.

"I'll let you wake up a little more before we talk." He said before leaving. He signaled to Wolverine to stay. Logan didn't more but, after Xavier left, Pietro did. He rolled on his back and looked over at Logan.

"Hey kid. How're you feelin?" He tried to sound as nice as he could but for Wolverine, it was difficult. He didn't answer; instead he tried to sit up while failing miserably. His arms shook beneath him so Logan decided to help him sit up.

"It's hard to move..." Pietro said. Logan thought back to what the doctors had told him and Charles. "He tried to commit suicide." He was surprise but also noticed the change in the young mutant and then wondering about his past. Logan moved back away from Pietro to give him space.

Pietro slid his legs to hang over the bed. He was still wearing his pants but his shoes were on the floor near his bed. He suddenly felt very thirsty and a pain shot though his head all at once. Near the bed there was a table with a plastic cut of water on it. He had trouble reaching it from his headache but then was able to pick it up yet he was not able to hold onto it and it fell on the ground. Pietro swayed back and forth and would have fallen in Logan didn't catch him and make him lay back down.

By now he was completely out of it. It made sense, he had tried to kill himself the night before. The room whirled around for a long time before he completely passed out.

To be continued-

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