Electro

After Spider-Man's experiments, my powers became harder to control. Before he grabbed me and ruined my life, I had complete control, but now... Sometimes I stopped understanding what I was even trying to do with electricity. I killed the only friend who supported me. I didn't want to. She kissed me, I asked her to stop, but she continued, I couldn't control the current. Now I sat alone on the roof of a dark New York, my back pressed against the cold concrete. My stomach growled, and I... I felt guilt, guilt for killing Francine, guilt for destroying the prison, because of which many inmates died. Guilt and cold. I clutched my head in my palms, pressing my knees to my torso.

• No money... Nowhere to sleep... Nothing even to eat... I'll sparkle so much that I can't go anywhere... If I stick my head out, the cops will shoot it off. What should I do? I need help...