Peter's Journal

Why?

It was a rainy night. I was exhausted. Broken. Confused. Something had happened earlier that I just couldn't believe. I made a new friend. But she wasn't anything out of the ordinary. She needed a friend who could help her. Help her cope with problems at home. She had slits on her wrists that were covered by rubber bands. It looked like I was the only one that cared to ask her about them. She smiled and replied, "Oh. It's just something I like wearing. It's really nothing." "I beg to differ," I countered, "What's that under those bands?" I reached for her arm. She didn't jolt it away. She just stood there speechless. She wanted to tear up but didn't. That's when I found out about her situation.

I was thinking about her well being. I couldn't believe her parents would beat her. I felt like wanting to burst into her house and teach her parents a lesson as Spider-Man. Or myself. It didn't matter. I just wanted make things right.

Two years passed. We had become great friends. She always drew with me, made me laugh, hugged me and even gave me gifts once in a while. I felt I made her a better person. I was always the first friend to go to for help. Until she decided she wanted to be her old self again.

She started hitting people, cussing them out, and got into a toxic relationship. Where did I go wrong? I thought to myself. I made every effort to assist her in becoming a better person. This is what I get?

Then, she made the worst choice. It hurt me so much that I had to go in as Spider-Man to confront her about it.
"Why'd you do that? He helped you. And you treat him like this?" I questioned. She responded, "I don't want to talk about it." "He doesn't want to speak to you ever again. You ungrateful..." I trailed off. She turned around and yelled, "If he cared, he would've come, not you."

"He did."
 
            "You didn't."
         
                             "Why?"