In Hell

Peter dwelled in the darkness, all he could hear were the crickets chirping and the small animals bustling in the nearby bushes. His eyelids were heavy, he was drowsy, it was late. He was contemplating his dream, "what did it mean?" He could not help but speak the words "lightning swept up the people, a man swung on the clouds, powerful currents of electricity came from his hands" he vaguely remembered the image, he looked like Spider-Man in the distance "he took all my loved ones, but left me." Peter felt disappointed, he was left behind, but he was used to it already, so it came as no surprise. There was someone out there, who did care for him, someone who fought for him, but he was too blind to see it, he was too heart broken to feel it, he was too anxious to understand it. He was scared to be alone, but the only one who was keeping him by himself was himself. He was more afraid of being hurt again then he was of being alone. He was afraid of waking up the next day and letting it go without saying goodbye. He was ashamed of his ways, but he was more ashamed of himself, he couldn't meet anyone's expectations, so he never even tried. It was the sound of the crickets at night, that kept him alive, it reminded him that whether he was happy or sad, they still did what they needed to do, and he would do the same. He thought back to the day, the day that was yesterday, the day that is today. It had come and gone at the strike of a clock, with the ticking of time, it will never stop, the madness in his brain only grows, like a mold, a fungus in perfect temperature, in perfect light. He choked on the smoke and coughed up someone else's blood. 

"Where am I?"