"You ok?"
"Yeah." Besides the hollow feeling in my chest that makes me want to scream but all it does is sit there. The pain in my head that I can't exactly place, I just know it hurts so dang much. Feeling completely empty, dead inside, yet somehow hurting so deeply.
Besides the fact that the only "calming thoughts" I have are imagining the air whooshing by my ears as I fall from the top of the Tower.
This is an excerpt from my Peter Parker story.
