Peter's Journal

No More

School had just finished. I couldn't find my friend and I had to leave to patrol as Spider-Man. I searched through the crowds of teens to no avail. "What's up with her today? She said to meet her here." I wondered. It was about to be 4:00pm. I headed into the closest vacant restroom outside and switched into my costume.

Before putting on my mask, I heard a painful moan coming from the outside. "Maybe some idiots are fighting again." I thought to myself. Putting on my mask, I began to head to the source of the sound. Suddenly, my Spider-Sense began to go off, so I continued my search by crawling on the brick walls "Someone has a weapon," I whispered. As I drew closer, the moaning sound became sobs and gasps. I began to fear someone was being killed. THWIP! THWIP! I swung off my webs quickly.

Then, what I saw when I arrived was heart breaking. It was my friend. She was covered in her own tears and blood. She was going about to make another abrasion until I stopped her. THWIP! I caught her blade with a web and yanked it out of her hand. I yelled, "That's enough!" She stared at me. That's when I removed my mask. Her eyes widened as her face reddened in embarrassment. A lump began to form in my throat. "Why?" I quivered, "Why are you doing this?" "Because no one likes me," she answered sobbing. "Not even my parents. I'm a mistake that wasn't supposed to see the light of day." I looked down at her clothes and they were stained with blood. I then glanced at her face again and it began to go pale. "No--No! No!" I shouted as she began to fall back. I began to panic. "Hey! Hey! Wake up!" I called, but there was no response.
She died in my arms. I held her hand and whispered, "No more...No more shall die like you."