I wish I never shut the door and walked out on Uncle Ben. Actually I wish I had skipped the entire month because personally it was really coming back to bite me in the butt. The last time I saw Uncle Ben kept replaying in my head. The way I had acted was so rude and selfish.

Now he was dead because of me.

I forced back the tears. My cheeks and throat were red hot and I struggled each time I swallowed. Forcing myself to look out the window I saw two police cars blocking our drive way. By the time I had even got up halfway the street, the neighbors were all gathered in a large crowd on the sidewalk. Huge disturbances like this did not normally happen. I remember fighting the crowd, pushing them all aside, in order to reach my front door.

"Mrs Parker, can we come inside," said the first officer.

"Is something wrong with Peter?" She asked, tears were coming to her eyes.

"No it's your husband he's been shot."

"Aunt May!" I screamed and ran to her.

"P-Peter."she said hugging me tightly. The stress was beginning to appear on Aunt May's face and she looked as if she would fall over at any moment.

"Lets go inside." the officer said.

From there time dragged on. They questioned us,mostly Aunt May, but they didn't say if he was alright. I watched until finally I went upstairs in my room and watched the red and blue lights flicker and light up the entire neighborhood. I let the emptiness take over and climbed on my bed to just simply cry. I cried about Uncle Ben and my parents, who I had lost a long time ago. For my entire life it seemed if things happened to me- I lost people- and I was stuck in this same place, crying for things as they happened like I had no control.

No, a voice spoke in my head, if you had never left Uncle Ben wouldn't have been looking for you-he wouldn't have been killed. In my mind I thought the worst. After all I had seen Uncle Ben on the sidewalk and stayed there with him. I had witnessed his eyes close for the last time. Uncle Ben was dead because of me. If I had just went upstairs and took my anger out in a game of Tetris none of this would have happened.

Downstairs I heard a cup crash to the ground.

I got up, opened my door and ran as fast as I could down the stairs.

"Captain Stacy wants us to bring you down to the station they've just got some new information." said the first officer. "He's the Captain of a station in Manhattan- that's where your husband was shot."

"The traffic across the bridge will be terrible at this time at night." said the second officer.

"Well we'd better get going." replied the first officer.

"Can Peter come along?" Aunt May asked.

"He looks old enough," the first officer confirmed. "He can come along."
I grabbed a clean jacket and put it on then went outside as both Aunt May and me got ready to go to the police station.