Out of my league 🕷️ Spiderman

Funeral

It was on the news that morning. I was eating my breakfast when I saw it. A man shot on the street. "Oh god, that's just a couple blocks from here," my mother said. My jaw dropped when I saw the picture. "That's Peter's uncle!" I said, and the others turned their heads and my father turned the volume up. 

"a blonde man with a star symbol on his left wrist," the man on the television said. 

"That's insane," my brother said while stuffing his mouth with cereal. 

Peter didn't show to school for three days, and I thought the possibility of him showing that Friday was low, but he did show. Everyone knew. As he walked down the hall, they all showed a clear path for him. 

I saw him standing by his locker, and I wanted to go up to him, but someone got to him first. "Hey Parker!" Flash shouted from across the hall, but his tone was different than usual. 

"Not today Flash," Peter said, and I heard the pain in his voice. 

"Come on, I just wanna talk," Flash said with his hands in his pocket. It didn't look like he was up to trouble. He put his hand on Peter's shoulder, and it made Peter grab him by his hoodie and pin him up against the lockers. He held him in a chokehold. I moved closer.

"It feels better right?" Flash asked. Everyone were looking at them. "Look, your uncle died, I'm sorry," Flash said, looking Peter right in the eye. It seemed genuine. Peter lowered him, picked up his bag and turned. After a couple of meters, he stopped. He was right in front of me.

"Peter," I said. He had tears in his eyes. His eyes were gloomy and looking down. "I'm so sorry," I said and wrapped my arms around him. He hugged me back for a couple seconds, before moving on and into the classroom.

I couldn't even imagine what he was going through, so I let it be. 

After school I went home, but something felt off again. I was dizzy, and fainted onto my bed. I woke up only seconds later, and then I felt fine. It was weird and had happened four times the past days. I didn't think any more of it, and started doing my homework. 

It took me nearly two hours just to finish the math, and then I also needed to do chem and history. I grabbed my book and opened, but cut my finger on the page. "Damn it!" I shouted. It hurt more than it usually did. 

I went to the bathroom to get a band aid, but we only had the ones with princesses on them. The one with Cinderella was pretty, so I grabbed it and went back to my room. When I was putting it on, I noticed something black on my finger. Maybe it was just too dark to see the red in my blood, I thought, but when I put it under the light on my desk, it was still black. 

Freaking out, I ran downstairs to grab a knife. My mother was in the living room, so I had to be careful she didn't see me brining a knife to my room, or she would ask questions. I bit my teeth together and cut a longer line on my finger. Just like I had hoped, it normal. 

I let out a huge sigh and laughed at myself for being so paranoid, but left the knife in my drawer just in case.