First Person POV:
Ok so today was a really good day. I emphasize 'was' because of how shitty it got after the first 20 minutes of the day. I woke up on my home-made bed aka a dirty pillow and 'soft' concrete. Then I managed not to throw up from the horrible smell of the garbage bin right next to me, in the alley I call 'home'.
This home I speak of is actually quite comforting since no one else has occupied it. Although once a guy stole my 'gay pride' hat that I was wearing while I was sleeping. I got really sad....but thankfully there haven't been any other encounters. Until now.
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I usually wake up from a loud scream, cars honking, or Ironman recking some shit. But today was the worst it's been.
As I was waking up I saw this Australian guy and his gang stealing EVERYTHING!!!
"HEY STOP!!!!" I yell trying to push them away. I couldn't actually fight them because then I might accidentally use my powers.
"What are you gonna do mate?! Your just a f*ckin' kid!!" The Australian man yells. The other guys are still grabbing EVERYTHING I posess.
"I'M NOT A KID!" I say while my voice cracks from puberty. Well shit... that sounded stupid.
" ya sure kid, sureeee" one of the Gang members says in a sarcastic tone. As soon as he says that, I start to get mad... as I see him picking up the one and only thing I care about. The photo.
"Please....all I want is that photo" I say staring to tear up. That is the only photo I have left of Aunt May.... I can't lose it. She got killed from the green goblin and I couldn't save her...but I need to save this photo...it's the only thing I have left of her.
" Oh you mean this photo?" *rippppp* The Gang member says then rips the photo in half.
"I....I......that was all I had left of her" I stand there shocked and fall to my knees. I can't go on..... I can't live....
"Well it's time to go mates" The Australian man says with a evil smile.
"Wait let me finish him off... I want to have some fun" the gang member says coming up to Peter with a grin and cracking his knuckles.
"Fine...but you have only 2 minutes" The Australian man says gathering the rest of MY stuff .
Then the beating begins. The guy just keeps hitting and punching and hitting and punching. It never ends.....it hurts.... I can feel blood pour down my face as he punches my forehead. Then he goes for the ribs...*punch* *crack* *punch* crack*. My ribs start to break one by one as his fists punch faster and harder. I can't take this anymore...... I can't do this.... it hurts so much. *snap* I can feel my leg burning in pain... but then the pain starts to slowly disappear...my eyes close.. and as I start to disappear into the darkness I hear thrusters and metal hit the alley floor... but my hearing stops as my body relaxes as I slip into the peaceful darkness.
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Homeless: Peter Parker 🕷🕸
أدب الهواةPeter Parker aka Spider-Man is a homeless 14 year old teen. He's been living on the streets for about a year because his only family member left, Aunt May, was tragically killed by The Green Goblin. Now he's on his own trying to live off of $5 and c...
