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When Everything Goes Right (Something Has to go Wrong) 4

14 days. I've been here for 14 days. 

The only reason I know that is because 14 people have died because of me, and I vividly remember each one, the sputtering fo their last breath or even final words. 

I hate myself for it, and I will never forgive myself. I killed them to save myself, I let them die. It's all my fault. 

That is what Mr. Beck tells me. 

Each day he has been making up a new version of ways for someone to die at my hands. 

Each day he shoves food down my throat, and each day I throw it up. 

Each day I have to push myself past what is physically possible weather it weights or running or something else he thought would be fun. 

Today I had to run for 82 miles while pulling a 500-pound sled behind me. My body is still shaking viciously from it. 

I am standing in my Spider-Man suit int he middle of the dreaded room. 

"Put the mask on, kid." Mr. Beck commands. I slowly nod. 

I slip the mask over my face, and as the first day, it takes all of the breath from my lungs. I try to gasp in a breath, but nothing happens. Nothing works in the least. 

I don't have a gun or any weapons, this suit doesn't have web-shooters. I stand tense waiting to see what will appear. 

A small girl with brown hair shows up, and then an older boy next to her. 

Morgan. Harley. 

I try to scream, but my voice doesn't come out from the lack of oxygen in the mask. Mr. Beck walks in front of me holding a gun to Morgans' small head. "Petey," She whimpers locking eyes with me. 

I spring into action tackling Mr. Beck to the ground. I straddle his hips and begin punching him over and over again. His nose cracks first, blood smearing his face. I just keep punching him harder until you could barely tell who it is. Once I'm sure he is dead I fall off of the side of his body and rip of my mask with my eyes closed. 

I saved them. I saved them. I saved them. 

"Harley, Morgan," I whisper, my voice hoarse. I whip around searching for my siblings. "Harley? Morgan?" 

I turn around to look down and Mr. Beck, only to find him standing up in front of me. I fall backward, catching myself with my wrist letting out a loud whimper. I look over to where I thought his body was only to see a dead man smeared in blood. 

My heart drops and my breathing speeds up. Mr. Beck takes another step forward and I try to scoot myself backward, away from this monster. 

"Oh, kid, why are you trying to get away from me? You are the real monster? Honestly, I know you're a kid, but I didn't think you'd be this stupid." 

...

I sit on the cot, with my hands wrapped around my knees, shaking. The small cracked voice of Morgan keeps replaying over in my mind, again, and again, and again. I can still see the fear in both of their eyes, even though it wasn't real. 

How did he do that? How did he create that? I freeze again... No... No. 

What if...?

No.

But... he had to get it from somewhere?

Right?

No. 

Oh god. 

My breathing picks up al over again and thoughts rush through my mind with no signs of stopping.