Please Don't Leave Me~ trans Peter Parker

Sticky Fingers

Hnnnnh..
It was dark.. very dark. It felt like the dark was choking me, wrapping around my chest, suffocating-
Oh wait. My eyes are closed.

It took a few tries, but eventually my eyes opened, a piercing pain filling my head immediately afterwards. It was too bright.. even in the dim lighting of my room. Across the room, my black widow poster stared at me, beckoning me to stand up. To keep going. How could I say no to my future wife?
Okay, maybe not, but the thought alone at least was enough to cause me to sit up.
An aching feeling was settled in my chest and I touched there briefly, flinching a bit.
'That's gonna bruise..'
Aunt May must've taken my binder off while I slept..

Groggy from still being half asleep, I padded to the kitchen, my eyes scanning the room. I could see.. everything.
But of course I didn't realize this at the time. No, because I'm a teenage boy and teenage boys seem to be hungry constantly. Seriously it's like a bottomless pit at the bottom of my stomach.
I didn't notice until I sat down on the counter, and took my first bite of cereal, when my Aunt May walked in.

"Peter you're awake!- Where are your glasses?" She then gasped in disbelief, "Have you finally begun to wear those contacts I got you?"
Unable to form a good, believable explanation I Of course nodded, stuffing my face with more corn flakes as an excuse to not sound like a blubbering idiot.

  She chuckled and shook her head in my direction. "Well I'm glad you're feeling better. I called the school, so you can stay home today. There's leftovers in the fridge" she gave me a smile and gathered up her purse. "I'm going to work, call me if you need anything!"
She finally left after I reassured her for the millionth time that I would be okay and she didn't need to worry.. boy was I wrong
Aunt May was the best guardian anyone could ask for, she was just a tad overprotective at times. Although, with all that she's gone through, I'd be like that as well.
I finally finished my cereal and got off the counter, putting my bowl in the sink-
"What.."
The bowl was.. stuck to my hand. Yes you heard me. Stuck as in it WOULD NOT COME OFF.
I shook my hand a couple of times, willing it to come off, but it never did.
"Come on.. come on.."
Of course, I began to freak out. So in a fit of panic, I slammed my palm against the nearest wall, causing the porcelain bowl to shatter into a million pieces and a small crack to appear on the wall. I let out a sigh of relief.
Finally.
Then I realized a piece of the glass bowl continued to stay on my palm.
A frustrated groan escaped my mouth as I contemplating just chopping my hand off.
This was going to be a long day.
~
About an hour or so later, I was finally able to get everything off my palms. So now was time to think about how this could've happened.
I inspected the palms of my hands.. they looked normal, apart from a sticky, prickly substance present.
Sliding my socks off, I inspected the padding on my feet too, they had the same substance. Would that mean..
Immediately, a stupid thought entered my brain and I stood up shakily, walking over to my wall. Placing my feet on the wall and my hands as well, I was soon.. balanced.. sideways.
I carefully crawled my way up and made it to the ceiling.
The thrill of my accomplishment soon faded away however and was replaced with PANIC. How the hell am I up here and not falling to my doom?
Crash
I groaned at the impact falling to the floor made.. I'm so going to bruise.