They walked across the living room together holding hands until they got to the door. Aunt may put her hand on Emily's shoulder as she opened the door. The room was left in the exact state it normally was. Bedsheets unmade, makeup left on the dressing table, the wardrobe door left open. It was as if she was about to walk in behind them and ask them what they were doing in her room. May immediately spotted a book left on her dresser. "Em... This looks like her diary," she said as she picked it up. Emily knew she was good at writing, as she was quite experienced at publishing jobs, so it wouldn't surprise her to find out she kept a day-to-day diary. "Would it be bad to read it?" Emily asked, walking up beside her. "I guess that's up to you," May responded. "You know her better than anyone, but I think it might be good to at least reconnect with her as a chance to say goodbye, right?" It was that word that truly made Emily's heart shatter. 'Goodbye'. It's not a word she thought she would ever have to say to her own mother, at least not yet. She took a big gulp and a deep breath as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Yeah..." she whispered as she nodded. She picked it up off her table and sat on her bed. "Listen, darling... I'm going to give you your space now, but if you need anything, please call me or Pete... You know we're here for you always," May headed towards the bedroom door. "And if you would rather sleep somewhere else, we always have a sofa at our place, or at FEAST, okay?" She continued. Emily only responded with a nod as she looked down at the book on her lap.
Soon enough she was alone in her empty apartment in the dark and the realization hit when the door clicked as May left. Left alone with her thoughts in this empty room that wasn't hers. It was so quiet. Maybe she could really piece things together if she read her last page if maybe it could open her mind up to anything that she knew at the time. She opened to the book to see that the first page was written early in the year, only showing how dedicated she was to writing almost every day. About three-quarters of the way through was her final entry, of the day before. She guessed it made sense as she would write in it most evenings.
𝐹𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝟤𝟢𝓉𝒽 𝒩𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇
𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝓊𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝒶𝓈 𝓊𝓈𝓊𝒶𝓁. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓀 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝒽𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝓃𝑜𝓃-𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹. 𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃. 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝒴𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓈, 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝐼 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃.
"Who's Martin?" Emily asked herself.
𝒲𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝐸𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎'𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝓊𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈. 𝐼𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝑔𝑜, 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓊𝓈 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝐸𝓂, 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹. 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝓊𝓅 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒻𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓈.
"Who I am..?" Is this Martin person the real reason she had these powers, and why was he tracking them down? Emily had always thought that they moved so much as a child due to work-related matters, as being a single mother could never be easy for anyone.
𝐻𝑒'𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝒸𝓀𝓈, 𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓉, 𝓈𝑜 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒸𝓎 𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝒾𝓉. 𝐻𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓈. 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹? 𝐻𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓅𝓊𝒷𝓁𝒾𝒸 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒; 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀, 𝓉𝑜 '𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀'. 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝒽, 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈. 𝒜𝓈 𝒾𝒻 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝒾𝓈 '𝓃𝑒𝑔𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒'. 𝐻𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁. 𝐻𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓃.
She dropped the book on the floor and jumped off the bed. "He's my dad?!" She yelled. "It was him, wasn't it? At the bank? He killed her!" She grabbed her phone to call someone, anyone. She didn't know what to do. Peter was the first name in her mind, she just felt like he would listen.
~Pete, call me ASAP~
She threw on her jacket again and ran out the door, she knew exactly where she was going. She was going to find Martin.
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ActionSpiderman Fan Fiction Emily's background has always been kept quiet as she moved around the country, her mother always insisted not to make too many friends for her own protection, but she never truly understood why. She never got to use her powers...
