My stomach feels oddly calm, I assumed it would be doing all sorts of flips and kicks at the swinging we were currently doing. But somehow it didn't.
I let the breeze gently whisk past my ears and I felt us gently touch down. I lift my head and look up to see the familiar apartment building.
I sigh, waiting for Spider-Man to let go of my knees, but he didn't.
"....this is my stop." I murmur to him. As if I put $1 into his coin slot, he became animated.
"Right! Of course!" He said and gently knelt down and let me go, I let go of my arms from around his neck, the friction burned my cuts.

Now on my feet once again, I sigh and stare at the street. It doesn't feel like home, home was away from other people in a real house, not an apartment building on a street with plenty of other apartment buildings.
I look back to see Spider-Man still there, waiting for something I suppose.
I blink, curious for a moment before I reach into my back pocket and pull out my wallet.
"Do you....want something in return?" I ask, feeling confused.
He gasps and waves his hands, quickly stepping away from me.
"No, not at all!! Sorry I was lost in thought." He said, and I slowly put my wallet away in case if he changes his mind.

I rub my arm, wanting to put off having to go home, but Spider-Man is still here and for some reason, I don't want him to know where I live.
"Do you need something then? Why are you still-"
"Will you be okay?" He interrupts me, "oh, sorry!" He quickly apologized for the intrusion.
I nod, deciding not to say it out loud because I knew it wasn't true. He doesn't seem convinced, but nods anyway.
"I never thought I'd have to save someone this way." He whispers and before I can say anything, he pulls me into his arms and squeezes me closer to him before he lets go and gently rubs my arms.
"Don't worry. It'll get better." He says confidently and he runs around a corner and I can hear his webs go off before he's gone, and I'm alone.

It feels as if the lid to my emotions was screwed back on tightly, to which I'm grateful. If I tried to go back home to my two older brothers and my dads with my emotions still so raw, they would all drop dead from shock.
Of course there was no hiding my red eyes, they'd know I was crying, if I go back now that is.

I pace the spot, thinking about if I wanted to go back right now or not.
I shake my head, the empty feeling made it nice and easy to decide, so I walked away to go get some food for myself since Spider-Man didn't seem to want my money.
My older brothers faces project in my head and I can see them concerned, but I can also seem them impatient. They're always so busy. My oldest brother Coleson, is 25 but he's living with us to help out with the expenses of our move until all of us can afford for him to move.
My second oldest brother is two years older than me, 20.
He's busy looking for colleges to apply to despite not even wanting to go, but our dad and step-dad keep yelling at him to anyway.
Johnathan, my Step-dad, works the graveyard shift at a supermarket not far from here while my real dad, Gabe, works as a lawyer.

And I'm the only failure. The only one too young to help out properly around the house, the only one who just isn't very dependable.
I know my family loves me but it just seems as though they would be better off without me.
The thought sends a twinge of guilt directly into my soul, and I feel a physical pain in my chest, that forces all the air out of me for a second and I collapse to my knees, wheezing and desperately clawing for my inhaler.

Once my breathing is stable, I swear under my breath. I don't have asthma, but my doctor isn't quite sure what it is, since we can't afford for me to go to him enough to know for sure. He just prescribed an inhaler that would help, saying maybe they were anxiety attacks, probably relatively mild ones, maybe the beginning of an anxiety disorder.

I swear at myself under my breath, continuing the walk to the store.
Having a panic attack because of the truth. How weak. You know your family is better off without you. So stop being so damn weak about it!!

I curse myself in my head, feeling angry at my weakness. But the emotion quickly dissipates as I get over my little incident. And without meaning to, my thoughts drift to Spider-Man.