This was the last fucking time I let everyone be a better Spider-Man then me. I'm always the one getting beat up, injured or shit. I hate it.
I know Neridia is still alive, when I was in the infirmary I started having visions, I know I should of told the Spider-Doctor about them but I didn't want people to go looking for her, this bitch was mine and mine only to kill.
It's been a week or two since I got out of the infirmary, but i knew that i shouldn't be too hyper or energetic, but my blood boils at the thought that i am the one getting rescued and saved all the time, this is my story and i'm choosing what happens in it.
im so so sorry to say this, but I'm sorry that this chapter is so short, trust me there's going to be a long one soon.