i sucked in a heavy breath as i realized what he was saying, he is remembers me...well technically thats not what he said but hes..hes remembering me well actually hes saying that hes seeing you which is very creepy but still..okay focus brain focus this is important your turning point of the story say something your a hallucination act like one!
"yeah.." stupid stupid stupid say something clever what do hallucinations say?
'i am hear to haunt you' to creepy and vile
'im a ghost of your past' too weird sounds like something from the walking dead
"i am here to guide you" i coughed into my hands staring at mr.stark while playing with the hems of my shirt i heard him scoff then saw him rub his eyes
"im going insane" say something comfort him!
''no you are not, your just having a difficult time" he arched his eyebrows at me as i got closer" ned is so going to freak out when i tell him about this
"say im not, why would a random dead kid show up? why not my ex? or my mom? or my dad?" i thought about it for a moment before deciding to go for the obvious reason
"do you really want to see them again?" at that he didnt talk okay okay your nailing this thing
"*scoff* who knew my conscious would come as a 15 year old kid who was killed by spider-man i guess im more messed up then i thought i was " he sighed and looked at the ceiling dont counter dont counter argument dont say anything its not your job too
"i wasn't killed by spider-man and your not messed up" shit great peter now you made it worse
''oh? then how?" FIX THIS
"well im just as clue less as you are im your conscious am i not?...do you doubt that spider-man killed me?" ow my god this is awesome!
"yeah i do *sigh* so..uh kid can you help me out here? " i beamed at the prospect of mr.stark doubting me killing myself and my aunt! finally someone! i looked at his wound and thought for a second then it clicked trick question
"i cant help you mr.stark you have to help yourself" no matter how much i want to help write now i just got myself into some deep as shit
"fine" he let out a "uph" as he got up but an ear piercing scream when he tried to sit up
"holy shit that hurt! and *sniff* is that vodca? what kind of idiot would-just never mind shit that hurt"
"mabye i could-"
"AH AH AH no no if i prove that i can get myself out of this situation will you like what do you guys so *poof* away or something? i dont need a guide or a counselor" i glared i dont remember him being like this but shrugged anyways still trying to wrap my head around the idea that dad was hallucinating me!
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That tiny loophole
Short Storyyou know being a runaway in the streets when the world thinks your dead is one thing, it's another when you're being framed for your own aunt's death and your death as your alter ego. wat hold up-tony's hallucinating me?! oh yeah mabye thats cause i...
