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Hey May! Hey Flash....

The days came by and went.Soon Peter was having what he considers 3 week anniversary of friendship.

Sadly the nightmares started again.

One of the things he is most thankful for is that the system can't move him out of New York. With his Aunt going through physical therapy and slowly earning money through jobs  he is still eligible to be in her care again.

   God he hopes he can be in her care again.

    Just because he stays in the big apple doesn't mean he can't be moved around it. The numerous moves and lack of trust in people in general aren't really the best thing for his mental health.

  So what do you do when you feel utterly drained? You go to the person or place you love. For Peter that person is Aunt May and their small apartment.

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    "Hello Peter." Fayanna told the young boy in the doorway.

  Peter smiled at her and gave a short nod.

    "I have to run some errands anyways and Teshi isn't here right now so you and your Aunt can get some alone time." Fayanna told this as she gathers her belongings.

  "See you in a few Peter." The Nursing assistant informed him as she left the apartment.

  Peter took in the feeling of home before his Aunt came rolling in on her wheel chair.

   "Peter is that you?" Aunt May asked teasingly.

  Peter frowned at his Aunts present state.

   "Oh don't worry sweetie,I am just feeling a bit tired so I need this today." She patted the wheel chair fondly.Peter sighed.

  "What is it this time?" Aunt May asked with a smile. She rolled up to the small table in the kitchen and beckoned Peter to sit next to her.

  Peter seemed reluctant to tell his woes at first but soon after a hug and a peck on the cheek he told his Aunt what's been happening.

  "Well Peter I am very happy you have some new friends but that doesn't explain why you are so down in sorrow town." May chided.

   Peter went still before signing.

  "The dreams started again."

  "Peter." Aunt May said lovingly. She pulled him into a tight hug which wasn't tight as it used to be.When she let go Peter signed again.

  "A lady offered me free counseling awhile ago."

   Aunt May seemed to beam. "Peter that's wonderful!" "The only reason you have not gone is because its a lot of money..... is this place shady at all to you?" "Does it tingle those spidery senses?"

  Peter shook his head no.

   "You don't seem happy though." May observed.
"What's wrong Peter?"

    A choked sob wracked up his throat. This is one of the things Peter despises most. That thing being crying. One,crying shows you are hurting and makes people feel sorry for you. Two,since he never uses his throat crying hurts a lot.

   After letting his emotions out for awhile he held up his hands. They were a bit shaky but Aunt May with experience was able to read them.

    "Peter,asking for help does not make you weak. It's very brave in fact. Going to whatever their name is may even lessen your nightmares."

  Aunt May secretly waited tensely for a response.

   "I'll think about it." Peter finally singed.

   "Atta boy." Aunt May said and ruffled his hair.

   "So, want some leftover Thai?"

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    Going to school the next morning was nerve racking.

    Everything he did felt amplified as if he was in a spotlight. Whatever spotlight he was in blinded him and apparently he couldn't see anything but the obnoxiously orange sticky on top of his folder. It sat there,taunting him.

   So as the world works he ran straight into someone. His folder fell with a flap.

   "Hey watch where you're going!" The kid yelled at him.

   Peter knows he's supposed to watch where's he's going but it doesn't mean he can.

    Peter picked up his folder and immediately noticed what was missing. The gosh darn sticky note.

   "Looking for this?" The same kid as before asked. Peter nodded happily and reached out for the note but the kid wouldn't let him have it.

   "Huh,you wouldn't even be able to tell if this school has counseling." He observed after reading the note. He stuck the note onto Peters forehead and walked away.

   "Who was that?" A bystander whispered to a friend.

   "Some new guy named "Flash"." The friend responded.

   "No that's not Flash,isn't Flash the blondie on the football team?" Bystander inquired. Friend shrugged.

   Peters shoulders sagged. "Great." "Now there's two Flash's." He thought glumly.

   He was about to take the note off his head when he realized it wasn't there.