Bloodstain//Peter Parker (COMPLETED)

Chapter 6

I made it. I really did it. I did it.

"I'm going home." I whispered to myself. I continued walking through the airport Quickly, calmly, confidently, and with a little bounce.

"Ok, the time. What is the time?" I said as I felt around my body for my phone.

A concerned look replaced the calm look on my face when I didn't find my phone.

"Backpack." I muttered as I took my backpack off my shoulder to get my phone. "This thing doesn't freaking have pockets." I whispered, referring to the suit.

I searched through my backpack until I found a phone with a black phone case.

"Alright. Time?" I asked myself again. "5:20AM. 'Kay great." I zipped my backpack back up and held my phone in my hand continued my journey through the airport.

"Ok, we need to get a ticket. Do I have my passport?" I muttered. I took my backpack off my shoulder once more and grabbed my passport from when I first came to Russia.

I examined it a bit. Remembering my mom and my dad. Remembering our memories. Remembering the lies and the visits I always wanted but never got.

"Why would they abandon me?" I asked, still looking through my passport. A tear escaped my eye and I quickly wiped it away. I zipped up my backpack, got up from my crouched position, and headed over to the desk.

"Hi. Can I get one ticket to Queens, New York, in the United States of America, please." I said once I reached the desk.

"Passport." The lady at the desk said without looking up from her computer.

I handed her my passport and she took it, scanned it, then handed it back to me.

"55 dollars for a ticket to Queens, New York." She said with a strong accent.

"One minute, please." I requested. I crouched down to my backpack and took out 55 dollars from the money I taken. I bounced back up and handed it to her.

She counted it then handed me my ticket after she put the money in a safe.

"Gate 3A." She said glancing up at me for a second. "To your left."

"Thank you, ma'am." I said and I walked to my left, as she said, and searched for the gate I was told to go to.

Once I found it I sat down and waited for my row number to be called.

"Seats A8-29." Someone called I looked at my ticket to see which seat number I had.

"Seat A12." I whispered. I got up from my chair and went over to the man that was calling out seat numbers.

I waited in line for bit before handing the man my ticket. He scanned my ticket.

"Have a safe flight. Enjoy your trip." He said as he handed me my ticket.

"Thank you." I said as I started to walk on to the plane to find my seat.

Once I found it I sat down and looked out the window. "Window seat. Yes!" I whispered to myself while making a fist and pulling it down.

I continued looking out the window and I started thinking.

This is it. You're finally going home. You did it. You escaped. You didn't belong there. Everyone was always looking at like you were a piece of garbage. They treated you like you were a piece of garbage. Even your own parents didn't want you. But you can prove them wrong. Prove to them you're more than that. You're seeing Peter, May. Everyone you'll ever need. And that's all you need.

I smiled and looked out the window for a bit more before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.