A/N: Randomness from Peter here.
Anyhow, this is dedicated to bookworm299. I posted Three Lives of One Man out of the blue, and they fav it! And follow my one-shot! I felt ecstatic that someone was actually reading my stuff… So I posted more random stuff…
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
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83920 Crystal Street, Hell
Mr. D. Death
Mr. Death,
I remember when Uncle Ben was still here.
Every day when he came home, he would smile and pat my head, lean down and see what I was doing, make time to interact with me. None of the kids at school did even that much for me. Hell, I think it's the only reason I'm still sane and able to function.
Because of Uncle Ben.
Now, every day, Aunt May cries at the table with his picture in her hands and I remain at the top of the stairs, watching her. I leave my homework at the door and the only reason I get it done is because of him. I think that he's still over my shoulder sometimes, comforting me that everything will turn out fine, that we'll be a happy family someday. That he's still alive.
Like me.
I don't want to keep on going without him. It's a desolate fate that just won't go away; it's always there, reminding me that Uncle Ben's gone.
I haven't dealt with this well at all really: just plunged myself into the world of superheroes and I haven't bothered to dig myself out yet. Spider-Man's filled that hole he used to preoccupy, but webs can't repair everything- I should know at least that much by now. Capture one demon, another will escape; no matter how hard you try to fix something, you're always going to mess it up somehow.
I know that by now, Daily Bugle.
This truly needs to stop- it's the constant self-doubt and mourning that's wedged itself into every corner of my heart is literally killing me; I can't believe what fate has thrown me to and I can't even fathom why it wants me to be this way. I really can't.
Can't Uncle Ben just come back?
Please Death?
Please?
~Peter Parker