Spideypool ~ Book One

Spidey

I sit on my bed, the sun just started to come up.  I look at the sheets on the floor and then to the guy in my bed. God last night was bad, I mean I've only been with a few guys sexually but this was by far the worst.

I get up and walk around the house,  naked. I always feel like someone's watching me but I shove the feeling away and get to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and wait for the water to heat up.  I step into the shower and feel the hot water pour onto my head and run down my body. After about five minutes I turn the knob and stop the water and reach to grab a towel but don't find one.

"Hey. ", says a voice. I peek my head out from the shower curtain and see the guy from last night holding my towel.

"Can I have my towel?", I ask agitated.

He shakes his head, "I never got a good look at it, I wanna see how big it is."

I laugh, "Wow."

"Wow what? ", he asks confused.

"Your the first perv I've slept with.", I say and look at his face turn red.

"Oh yeah pretty boy, at least I can fuck right!", he yells. Wow,  thats a fucking lie right there. He throws a punch towards my head but I duck quickly. I find a rag and use it to cover up my... uh... penis. With one hand I grab his neck and slam him into the wall.

"Give me the damn towel or your not gonna like what happens next.", I say quiet and intensely.

"Why should I?", he smiles.

"Cause I've been through enough shit in my life,  I shouldn't have to deal with bastards like you!", I yell. It's true, Mary Jane died last year In a car accident that I couldn't stop and everyone has decided that a superhero saves the ones they love and now I'm just a guy in a suit. People constantly remind me I'm worthless and a freak,  that's why I have anger issues and that's why I cut myself.

"Asshole.", says the guy and he shoves the towel into my chest , I quickly wrap it around my waist and watch him leave through the back door. I don't put on any clothes I just walk straight to my room and unlock a draw on my desk. Inside the drawer is a knife, a razor blade and the blade I removed from a pencil sharpener. I take the pencil sharper blade and drag it in horizontal lines on the side of my chest where it hurts the most. After I have five lines I retrace the lines making the pain worse and worse. I take a tissue and wipe off the blood dripping down my body and on the towel. I take a deep breathe and sit on my bed.

"Someone save me.", I think to myself.