Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

In the middle of may

Movie night.

Oh movie night.

How he hated movie night.

Why did he hate it?

What was movie night again?

He was still curled up, but he could feel something.

Something on his back.

"WAKE UP!!" Someone screamed.

The movie was silent compared to the yelling.

"Please wake up!! I'm- I'm so sorry.. I didn't mean- oh hell, please wake up, for the love of everything please wake up.." it was heartbreaking, and the sobbing only made it worse.

It sounded like someone had just lost their world.

Stinging..

Yeah, he could feel that now. Something stung. When did that happen?

That started a while ago. Why didn't he notice?

"I promise I'll never do it again, just wake UP!!" Another scream.

Now there was more stinging. Yeah, up and down his back. He couldn't open his eyes.. they were so heavy..

Glass shattered and the sting spread like wildfire.

Something yanked his face up.

Something forced his eyes open.

He now had to live with that sight. For the rest of his life, he would close his eyes and find this exact image in his nightmares.

There she was. The fools gold. May.

She was holding him..

He tried his best to move away. His heart felt like a racehorse. He was so afraid.

Then he saw it.

Red. Lots of it.

Oh..

Yeah, that was his.

She shook his head frantically, hoping to wake him up more.

"You stupid boy, wake up!! Wake up! wake up! wake UP!!" More head shaking.

The stinging became more prominent.

"To infinity, and beyond!" Were they really that far into the movie?

When-

He closed his eyes again.

He closed them.

They were closed.

And then they were open.

And closed again.

Open.

Closed.

Open.

Closed.

His eyes fluttered now.

Open.

Open.

Open.

It was so bright, too bright, painfully bright, but his eyes were open.

Why? He was just..

He..

Peter shot straight up, breathing heavily.

His senses were going haywire, everything was going too fast too slow too bright