Hallucinations

I watched him walk slowly, carefully over the graves.

“Where is it?” I heard him say. “Right, right, left, straight, left.”

He danced in a circle looking about, once, twice, and then stopped.

“Isn’t that what I had done? Ugh…” He was frustrated. He had been looking for a certain pedestal for over an hour.

While starting back to the entrance of the cemetery to try his plan again, he found it.

He found her.

His only true love.

Mary-Jane.

He admired her pedestal in awe.

Mary-Jane Watson

Born: April 30, 1989

Died: May 4, 2007

A loving daughter, friend, and companion.

We miss you.

Tears started to form in his eyes.

He blinked them away. One, two, three.

Something or someone pulled his head up, to where he was looking over the gravestone, and not at it. A genuine smile soon followed.

“I miss you… You miss me too? Hehe… that’s good to know. “

Why was he talking to air?

He started to cry once again.

This time he let them flow down his flushed cheeks, and fall like raindrops onto his shirt, soaking it.

“I’m sorry… What do you mean, ‘for what?’? I got you killed…”

He tugged at his medium brown locks, like he were to pull them out at any second.

“IT WAS MY FAULT, AND YOU KNOW IT! YOU COULD STILL BE HERE, IF I WERE JUST A FOOT CLOSER, SO I COULD CATCH YOU!”

He started to twitch uncontrollably. Falling hard to the pavement, he heaved heavily. He found his way onto his back, still squandering everywhere. He was a struggling beetle.

Suddenly, limp. Why did he just go limp? His whole body. Limp.

His eyes popped open, as wide as walnuts.

He breathed in one huge breath. He began to hyperventilate. He swung his head towards whatever he was talking to only seconds earlier.

Still looking like a madman.

Hair everywhere, sprawled and sticking to his forehead from sweat.

Eyes still glued wide.

In a ‘ready’ position, as if anyone came towards him, he would lash out completely.

Taking note, I stepped back a little from I was standing in the sidelines.

“Look what you’ve done… HOW CAN I CALM DOWN NOW?”

He turned his head sharply in my direction, slapped maybe? By what, though? There’s nothing there.

While finishing within my own thoughts, I looked to him again.

Now he is kissing the nothingness. I don’t understand.

He stands there. Calmed.

He starts to look. Looking for something.

He finds me. Me.

Was looking for me?

He walks towards me. Me.

I step back cautiously.

Coming face-to-face, we stare into each other’s eyes.

“Hello…” He seems stable, I hesitate.

“Hello.”

He searches my face. His slowly turns into menacing scowl.

He screams! Knocking down nearby tables and chairs, he screams!

An ongoing reception turns to look.

“MARY-JANE!!!!”

I grab his arm and pull him into my chest. “Shhh! Shhh!”

I hear his muffled screeches. “Why Mary-Jane, why? Come back!”

Resting his head on my shoulder, he suddenly hits my stomach, knocking the wind out of me.

I fly to the ground. “GAHHHH!”

As much as I would want to say it was on purpose, I know it wasn’t.

I knew he was trying to protect me. From something.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Why did you try to hurt us? YOU’RE CRAZY! YOU’RE DANGEROUS! Just put the knife away! I didn’t do anything!”

I couldn’t see who he was talking to, considering the fact I was facing the ground trying to catch my breath.

He touched my arm gently. “Are you okay?” I nod in response, still collecting myself.

He suddenly gets up, glaring at the nearby wood behind me, like there is something there. I look up at him. I turn, and then gasp.

When did he get there?

Wait… Flint Marko… Sandman… He’s dead.

Sandman lashes out at him. They begin to fight.

Flint has a knife. So that’s who he was talking to...

“Peter! Stop!” Says Mary-Jane. But… she’s dead too.

Mrs. Rosie, the cemetery director, rushes over. “Peter Parker! Calm down, would you?”

Peter is pulled out of Sandman’s grasp. “Ugh! Let go of me! Flint tried to kill that innocent girl over there!” He looked to me.

Peter gets his hands a loose. He aims them at Flint’s face. Webs spew out and onto his mouth and nose, seeming to suffocate him slowly, but quickly.

“Ha! I am forever Spider-Man!” He yelled. Mary-Jane smiles at him.

“PETER!” He looks at Mrs. Rosie. She sighs.

“Peter… You are merely just hallucinating again.

Mary-Jane is gone. She is not there.

Flint Marko is gone. He is not there.

And… ‘That girl’… that you see… she’s gone too.

She is not there… she is gone… forever.”

I felt myself disappear.