Together. (Peter Parker/Spider-man)

Part 1- Chapter four.

It had been at least two days since I was stabbed and as far as I was concerned, I hadn't even seen a proper doctor, unless Isobel had some sort of secret degree in medical care, which really wouldn't surprise me. The girl seemed to have a lot more secrets than what she let on.

Also, it became obvious to me that Peter hadn't even known I was stabbed, making me wonder how the hell Isobel, who didn't even own a car, managed to drag me up about 4 or 5 flights of stairs with no help. These were all questions that I would never actually ask out loud. Why would I? I wouldn't get a real answer anyways.

I watched Isobel from the corner of my eye whenever I could, tracking her every movement. Everything she did was so graceful that it almost became poetic in its own way. She always knew what she was doing, nothing was subconscious about her. There was no tapping of the foot, biting of the nails or biting her lip. Nothing. If I didn't know any better I would say that she was more a robot than a person. "Emily." A voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"What? Oh, sorry." I had been staring at her. And she had been staring back. That was another thing, she always seemed to be somewhat watching me as well. She always knew where I was going, who I was with and why I was there. Maybe I should call her mom instead of Isobel.

Mom... I forgot about her. Well, forgot isn't the right word, more like moved on. I had no other choice but to. Before I moved to university, I continued to live my father. I'd wake up in the middle of night, screaming for mom, screaming for someone who wasn't even there for me for half my life. Deep down I think he knew it wasn't her I was screaming over, it was the memory of her. The memory of the smell of her burnt flesh, the memory of her shaking electrocuted body and the memory of how my voice was teared and ripped apart screaming her name as I realised she was dead.

After a couple of weeks, it had just stopped. I don't know why but I just couldn't scream anymore. Not that I was complaining, for the first time in what felt like forever, I managed to get a good nights sleep. "Emily! God dammit, stop that." Isobel complained.

I blinked. "Stop what?"

"Doing whatever you're doing. You look like someone stole your art folder and then burnt it." I couldn't help but let out a little laugh. "You...uh...want to talk about it?"

Let's see, talk about my dead mother to a girl that had arrived here just a while ago, somehow knew and saved me when I got stabbed and stood up against Stacey? Let's go with maybe in another life. She wouldn't understand what it was like to lost someone. She was rock cold, had no feelings. Isobel was simply a...ghost. She disappeared and appeared whenever she wanted.

"No, thanks." I said just as I looked down at my vibrating phone. Peter had texted me two times and called me twice. Both I had missed.

'Not going to classes today. Harry's dad is badly ill.

Hospital hasn't seen anything like it.' ~Peter, sent at 06:42am.

'Harry's dad just got claimed as dead. Harry's in the other room. He hasn't

spoken to anyone, I'll drop round yours later.' ~Peter, sent 10:18am.

Isobel must have been looking over my shoulder because she whistled. "Damn, Harry's dad?" I only nodded. I had never met Mr Osbourne but Peter spoke of him very highly. Apparently, right next to Uncle Ben, Mr Osbourne was the only other father figure he had in his life. Both devoted their life and were exceptionally well at Science. Both were kind, caring and smart. In a way, it sounded like Peter was more of a son to him than Harry was.

"Peter will be round later, giving me about 4 or 6 hours of class." I calculated in my mind.

"So, basically, a normal school day." Isobel pointed out, once again, I nodded. "Let's get going then before Miss Sadre eats our asses."