The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 9: After school..

The bell rings.
I ran out of the classroom and through the doors.
I didn't want to spend another second in here.
"Sarah! Wait!" I hear.
I don't stop moving.
I really didn't want to go back to Stark's Tower, or whatever. I needed to be alone.
Alone.
I was never alone.
Always watched.
I rush off past the crowd and onto the soccer field.
Nobody was practicing today, from what I heard.
I sit down on the bleachers. I needed to think.
Everyday, more memories flooded back.
It sucked.
I only wanted to forget. I wanted to remember happy times.
Flashback...
"Don't be out too late, darling!" Mom yells from the kitchen.
"I'll be fine, Mom. I'll only be out for a while. Need anything from the market?"
"No, dear. But seriously, be very careful. It's hard times, ain't it?"
I knew all about the war going on.
But not the depth of it.
"I'll be back soon, Mom." I say, opening the door.
I walk down the sidewalk to get some fresh air.
Barely anybody came out into the town nowadays.
It was too much of a risk, they said.
Bullshit.
The war wasn't going on right here in Brooklyn.
I walk the blocks for about an hour before I head back.
I open the door.
"Mom? Mom I'm ho..." I pause, as I walk into the kitchen.
"Mom?" I cry.
There she lay.
I go to her side and check her pulse.
"No," I cry, "Please."
Sam.
Where was Sam.
"SAM?" I yell.
I rush upstairs, heart pounding out of my chest. I slowly open the door, but close it as soon as I do.
Oh my god.
I stumble back toward the wall. I felt like I was going to puke.
Where was Dad?
Before I can yell his name, a hand comes up and covers my mouth.
My screams are muffled.
"Shut up! Shut up or your next!"
Dad?
"Get in the car." He demands, pushing me out toward the door.
My whole body shook. What was going on? Where was he taking me?
"Dad.."
"SHUT UP." He yells.
"What's going on?" I cry.
Suddenly, he turns around, pointing a gun toward my head.
I don't move.
I can't.
I didn't understand.
"Just SHUT UP."
He killed them.
He killed Mom. And Sam. Why not me?

End of flashback...
If only I knew that would be the last time I saw them.
Dead.
If only I knew what he was going to do to me.
I would've let him shoot me a long time ago.
It was a quicker death.
Less pain.
But life's wasn't  fair. It wasn't. Not for me. Not for Mom. Not for Sam.
But to be honest. I don't know if that memory was real. It felt so real. But I had no way of knowing.
"There you are, gosh, you run fast." I hear.
I look up.
Great, just who I wanted to see. Peter.
"C-can I sit here?" He asks, pointing next to me.
I shrug.
"I'll take that as a yes..." he mutters.
I felt guilty. Peter genuinely wanted to talk to me. I could see it.
"Listen, I- I didn't know Mr. Stark would pull that on you today. I had no idea." He says.
"I know, Peter. He was just trying to help, I guess." I reply.
He looks up at the soccer field.
"You're not coming back Monday?" He asks.
I didn't know.
I didn't want to.
I nod.
"I don't want to."
He nods.
"I'm sorry that happened today. I didn't know she was going to talk about all of that.."
"It's not your fault. You didn't know she would say any of that."
I think he was surprised on how much I was talking.
But honestly?
I needed someone to talk to.
Someone I could trust.
Sure, I had Bucky. But he reminded me of the past too much. And I reminded him too much, too.
"Can I ask you something?" Peter asks.
"Go for it."
"A-are you like... depressed?"
I cover my mouth in attempt not to laugh at this comment.
Sure maybe I was.
But this was hilarious. The way he said it.
"N-no, like really." He stutters.
I couldn't stop. I started laughing. I couldn't stop.
Soon, he begins laughing too.
"What kind of question is that?" I ask him.
"I don't know?" He grins, "This is the first time your actually talking to me. I wanted to keep the conversation going."
"By asking if I was depressed?"
He puts his arms up as in defense.
"Too be fair, you did look sad when I came over to you."
I laugh more.
It felt good, to laugh.
"Do you want to get sandwiches? I know this really nice place called Delmar's Deli-Grocery." He mentions.
"Sure."  I smile.