Next thing I knew, sirens were filling the air, and I was on a rooftop, holding a bag full of money. What did I do? What did I do?

I started to run across the rooftops, because they'd see me if I started to fly. I crashed into my apartment building. I knocked on Mr. Standa's door after I ripped off my mask.

"Here's the money...nine thousand dollars...take it!" I said, shoving it into him.

All he said was, "About time!" and he closed the door.

Thank god he was an old idiot.

I hid in my room, putting the gun back in Josh's room.

Matt...what would he think?

And Billie-Joe...Tre...Mike...

And Spidey...oh god...

But they didn't understand. None of them did. Matt wasn't parentless, and Green Day were all rich! And Spidey...ah, Spidey would understand, right? He acted like my big brother.

But I just robbed a bank. I was wanted now! Once Mr. Standa deposited the money...god...they'd find out, wouldn't they? I had to go...I had to just go.

I took a backpack I'd used for school for five years straight and packed all my clothes and some food inside. I grabbed my guitar case, and I also grabbed a picture of Mom, Dad, and me. Before Step-Dad and before Josh.

I stuffed the money I'd stolen from the bank inside the bag, and I put a note on Josh's bed.

"Josh,

Thanks a whole lot for taking the rent money to buy drugs. Now it's up to you to pay Mr. Standa. I'm leaving! I can't take care of you anymore. That was you're job, remember? You're the older one. I can't stick around and do everything anymore. I can't. I don't have it in me. So do your drugs and shoot your guns.

-Kim"

Kim... it was a while since I called myself that.

I walked out the door and just kept going. I carried my guitar case in one hand and had my backpack up high on my back.

There were cop cars everywhere.

I acted like other onlookers and gave off a confused expression, with the eyebrows raised and looking around for clues and everything. That's when I saw Spider-Man. He was swinging down the street. I kept looking at him. He would understand, right? He would understand, if anyone.

I looked into his eyes (well, they were hidden, but I looked) and he looked at me. I just stared at him. My eyes screamed "I'm sorry!" but my facial expression gave off something else. Amazement of what was happening. Of everything that had happened the past few days.

I nodded at him as he finished swinging towards the bank. And that's when I left.

I headed towards the hotel Green Day was staying at. I remember the excluded part of the roof that could come in handy now.

Once I got there, I took the elevator to the roof. It was a long way up. I stared at the buttons, and then at the tacky carpeting in the elevator.

On one of the higher floors someone yelled to stop the elevator. They were running down the hallway, in a hurry.

"It's going up." I screamed back at them. They were closer.

"It's okay! It's okay! Just hold it!"

"I'm holding it, I'm holding it!"

You won't frigging believe who came into the elevator.

Yeah, I bet you guessed it.

Tre, Mike, and Billie-Joe.