Scarlet managed to bandage my wounds. I pull my shirt on. My head is spinning. I can't even think that hard. I grip my charm. What does she mean? Is that why I feel like there are so many eyes on me?

"Hey... you okay punk?" Scarlet asks.

No! No! I can't understand why this is happening to me! I grip my head. I hate this! I feel like I'm nothing! I don't feel like Spider-Man! I don't even feel like Peter Palker. I feel like I don't exist. I feel like a ghost.

"You're... crying." Scarlet mutters.

I was trying not to show him but everything's crazy. Everything is just spiraling out of control, and I just can't handle it. I want to pull my own hair out. Scarlet puts his hand on my shoulder. I turn and burry my face into his chest. Scarlet wraps his arms around me. He starts patting my back.

"Shh. Shh. Shh. It's going to be okay." He says.

I sure hope so. I really hope so. I can't live like this. My voice is stifled, and my powers are kapoot. I can't keep living in the dark. At least I have a safety net. I can't believe he's been able to stick with me.