Spider-Man | Doesn't Need Help

CHAPTER 2

  “Good morning, sorry I’m late,” I said dispassionately, not even looking at the teacher who had interrupted the lesson.

Without looking at anyone around me, I moved to my last bench against the wall.

"Who has honored us with their presence?" I rolled my eyes at the German woman's words.

To be honest, I couldn't care less what she thought of me now. I stopped caring a long time ago.

Without paying attention to anything, I lay down on the bench, immediately closing my eyes.

I haven't felt as tired as I do today for a long time.

“Parker, how about a little respect,” she snapped, irritated.

Involuntarily, the corners of my mouth turned up, and I immediately scolded myself for it.

I may have been worn down to the bone, but somewhere inside me there was still that little boy.

I reluctantly straightened up, looking at the black hair under the board.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice filled with venom.

I had no control over how I sounded. I couldn't.

The German teacher sighed, shaking her head, and finally returning to her lesson.

I lay down on the bench again, closing my eyes and not listening to what the woman was saying.

I suspect most, if not all, of the students in that class thought I had no interest in anything the teachers at that school had to teach. But the truth was, quite the opposite. I enjoyed learning new things, especially math, physics, and chemistry. However, I couldn't concentrate on them or do anything else except sleep on my desk.

I was too tired. And I'd rather not sleep for a few nights than have those damn nightmares that haunted me every time I fell asleep.

After a dozen or so minutes, I felt more and more like I was about to fall asleep completely, and no matter how hard I tried not to, I couldn't.

***

“Son, wake up.” I lazily opened my eyes, feeling warm hands on my cheeks.

Slowly, my field of vision widened. Until, finally, I fully saw the woman above me.

I automatically felt warm tears welling up in my eyes. I quickly sat up, gazing at the beautiful blonde woman with the gorgeous chocolate eyes. I'd had the same ones before, but that was just a matter of time.

"M-mom…"

“Oh, Pete, you look just like your father when he was young,” she laughed, shaking her head in amusement.

I raised my hand, placing it on hers, which was on my cheek.

"M-Mom, p-please... P-help me, I'm begging you!" I felt salty tears starting to run down my cheeks.

The woman's smile faded a bit.

"I can't, I'm sorry." She slowly started to move away from me, also moving away from whatever I was lying on.