(Discontinued) Sparks

Chapter Four

GWEN took in a deep breath as she swung towards her house, just not far from the street.

Juggling her normal life and her hero life was something she knew she would never get used to. Especially being on the run from the police after Peter's death, which had only happened two painstaking weeks ago. 

Ever since his death, Gwen has become more and more insecure about herself and doesn't tend to talk to people anymore. Not even her bandmates, which text her every single day, which is the reason why Gwen was ignoring them and having her phone on silent.

Friends were the last thing she wanted. 

As she kept shooting webs, all that she could vigorously focus on more than moving her joints was how Peter was just lying there. Cold. Not breathing. Dead. 

She couldn't help but not think about that, and sometimes it scared her. She knew she could be tougher by not thinking about it, but what else could she think it about?

The past two weeks all she had done was say to herself, "Keep it together, Gwen." 

She knew the mantra never impacted her in any way at all.

Then something bright shone and blinded her for a mere second, making her lose her rhythm and drop onto the roof of a moving car in the street she was swinging over, causing her to hit her side as she landed, leaving a small dent on the roof.

Then a stinging pain hit her on the side of her hip, causing her to come off guard.

Her eyes squinted in pain and her hand instinctively move to her side as she sat up on the roof of the car, her nerves on edge after a fall like that. Her free hand instinctively gripped the sides of the car, and she then noticed it was swerving around, probably from the person inside freaked out from her crashing on the top of the car.

The swerving caused Gwen to rock back and forth until she removed her hand from the side and then shot a web that connected to an item. Gwen pulled on it to make sure it was stable, and then the car swerved enough to knock her body off the car, her body aching and then pain rocked through her body as she landed on the side of a wall, her adhesive fingertips and toes sticking to it instinctively.

Gwen took in a few breaths as she realized she was sticking a few feet above the air, on the wall of a drugstore. The glass panels she was sticking to wasn't transparent, meaning no people could see her through them. 

Gwen looks up and sees the sun breaking out of the night sky, causing the sky to be a few colors you would tend to see at a sunset by the beach.  The clouds were filling with an orange-red color, and the sun was shining bright rays in every direction.

So that's what blinded her. It made Gwen on edge to know she had almost gotten a person into an accident, because of the sun for god's sake.

Speaking of which, she had ripped her state at looking at the sun and landing her eyes at the same car that she had fallen on, identifying it by the look of the small dent on the roof. She sees it had collided with another car, making an accident appear.

Great. Gwen didn't even think to stick around, and she jumped off the side of the building, gaining momentum to shoot a web in the air, causing her to start swinging again.

...

Gwen lands on her bed, exhausted from what had just happened. She still felt the pain in her side from the car earlier but she ignored it. All she wanted was rest. 

Gwen slightly turns her head to look at the clock and see it was about 7:15 AM, not enough time for her to get a good snooze.

Not that she could anyway.

When Gwen got bit, her spider turned out to be nocturnal, at least that what Peter said happened after the fact that she had gotten bitten. She had gone to him for help because she didn't sleep for a straight week and it was freaking her out.

Oh, how she missed him.

But he would never come back.

She knew that and so did so many other people.

She felt the feeling of tears brimming in her eyes, but she dismissed them before they even took shape in her retinas. She bit the inside of her cheek, thinking about so many things at once.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar screeching noise of the alarm that sat perched on her drawer desk. She groaned as she sat up and walked towards the alarm, turning it off with one single click.

She licked her lips, making them moist from being dry, and decided to take time to herself and take a shower. She walked over to the drawer on her right, taking off her mask and running a hand through her short blonde hair.

She grabbed some casual clothes from rumbling around in the drawer and stepped inside the bathroom just a few feet from her bedroom. Once she sat her clothes down on the cold marble floor, she reached an arm behind her back and searched for the zipper to her suit.

Once she found it, she pulled it down, pulling off the vinyl suit and revealing her pale skin, the warmness of the atmosphere caught up with her and made her feel warmer.

Cold shower it is.

Being in only a sports bra and some undergarments, Gwen tossed her suit across the closed toilet and she reaches over the toilet to grab the handle of the shower, and she turned it on, water immediately streaming through the knob of metal. 

As Gwen stripped the rest of her clothes off and stepped into the shower, the cold water droplets made her feel better, cooling her body down.

She sighs of relief and she glances to the bar of soap, washing as she scrubbed. She stepped a little closer to the water, making her hair wet with cold water. Gwen reached for the hair shampoo not too far from her, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. She pinches the side and pulls it down, dispensing soap into her hand, and beginning to wash her hair.

Once Gwen was done with her shower and drying off, she stepped out of the bathroom changed and fresh-smelling. 

Once again, her father wasn't home probably because he was an officer and he had some late shifts to do. Of course, Gwen wasn't surprised at this, so she walks down the stairs after putting her suit and clothes away, and she walks into the kitchen.

She grabs a cereal box sitting on top of the fridge, puts it down on the counter of the table, and grabs a bowl from the cabinet, pouring herself some cereal.

When she took a bite and chewed the crunchy cereal around, she knew just by starting the day like this, that it was going to be a long and complicated one.

But of course, she wasn't wrong.