This is a combined effort between me and another authoress Mayla who has wonderful ideas. This is her idea, I am only providing the background music as it were. Any questions, please put them in your reviews and we will conspire together to answer your questions. Enjoy or don't, but do not flame Mayla in your review, if you feel the need to flame somebody go ahead and flame me, see if I care.
I and Mayla agree we hold no ownership of the movies or comic this derives from, Spiderman. I could give an hour long lecture about how we don't own, but you should be able to figure that out.
Rain seemed to fit well with the situation at hand. A young female leaned against her window the lighting highlighting her withdrawn features. She had cedar brown hair that curled slightly at the tips brushing the nape of her neck softly, the rest hanging down her left shoulder in a soft braid. Tilting her head up, her eyes caught the second flash of lighting showing a troubled blue which was misted because of what had happened in the prior hours. A birthday is a celebration of coming and at the tender age of fifteen, her 'parents', decided she was old enough to know the truth. She laughed ruefully, parents indeed, but then again parents don't do this to their children. Running a calming hand through her tossed bangs, she stared beyond the storm looking for answers to all her questions. Her parents had gazed at her sadly when they informed her of her origins, perhaps, she had taken it the wrong way, but then again how would you feel?
A cast off, passed from family member to family member. They assured her it was for her own good. Margaret Parker, laughed at the irony of the situation, for her own good they told her, how ironic. Truth is she couldn't blame her biological parents, they died a little after she was born. Of course, no one was explaining how they died, only that she was given to her aunt and uncle. Still, after a month, 'Aunt' May, and 'Uncle' Ben couldn't keep her and there fore separated her from her only living relative of her first family. She was then shipped off to relatives in Los Angeles. Margaret mutely wondered about the brother she was separated from at such a young age. She also wondered if she would ever forgive the ones sitting in the living room, probably pondering about her reaction to the news. Maybe, she admitted to herself, I was a little harsh. Staying unmovably quiet, until the end, then offering a loud 'I hate you,' and slamming her bedroom door. She flicked her braid behind her back, and walked over to her bed. "I can't focus on my emotions right now, I have school tomorrow." She said, crawling into her covers. For the first time since she could remember, tears leaked from her closed eyelids.
Morning came in its cheery tune, and the dismayed female stood from her bed. Seeing her red rimmed eyes, she splashed cold water on her face, erasing the evidence of her pain away. Her motions were mechanical as she dressed, picked up her school work, grabbed a banana with a carton of milk and jogged off to her school. Pulling her emotions into herself as she came home seeing her caretakers sitting pensively on the couch. Margaret nodded to them, but would do nothing else, they had shattered her trust and in that shattered her faith in them. She could see the hurt on their face, and a small guilty worm burrowed in her heart, but she turned her head and continued to her room.
Now, let me explain something, Margaret Parker, was neither selfish or mean-spirited. However, she was hurt and when someone is hurt, especially by ones closest to them, they tend to act differently until they can sort out their feelings. The closer the person to them, the longer it takes to fix their emotions as it were. As it was, Margaret Parker, became aloof from her family, and slightly estranged from her friends. Though her grades reflected none of this, with all misunderstood tragedies, something suffers, so you throw yourself into something else. This continues for two years, until the powers that be decide they have had enough and once again break the routine of the young female.
Margaret Parker was once again opening up to her parents. She couldn't help it, she was thrilled, with her studious attitude she was able to complete the amount of credits needed to exit highschool with a degree. However, she was seventeen and only in grade eleven, so her pride in her self was well earned. Her parents had agreed to take her out for a celebration dinner after her graduation ceremony. The long graduation robe hung beautifully on her, and the tassel on her hat was white with navy blue stripes, she also had a white strapped silver medal around her neck. Margaret Parker, had made valedictorian, as she stepped up to the podium she noticed the familiar figures of her parents missing from the throng of well wishers. Shrugging it off as a late meeting or something or other, she gave the most moving speech ever in her lifetime up to that moment. Graduation ceremony ending her friends invited her to a small after's party, she waved them off with a smile. She sat in one of the abandon chairs to wait for her parents. Two hours later, several thoughts and worries had etched through her head when she saw the familiar uniforms of the police. From that moment her fairly normal life shifted again and she felt her world pull from beneath her.
"Margaret Parker?" One of the two uniformed cops asked her. She nodded, her words were to stuck in her dry throat to answer him. "Please, come with us." He stated with a upset expression marring his face. Margaret stood shakily and followed them to a squad car, where she mutely entered. Margaret was running over why the L.A.P.D would need her, when she noticed where the squad car had pulled up to. The two cops opened the door and led her to the white building known as the hospital. They passed several doors until they reached one particular door in the Intensive Care Unit.
Margaret nearly collapsed before it, using the wall as a brace she pushed the heavy white door open. Gazing at the two prone bodies before her, she snapped. "Please God, no!" Margaret cried out rushing to the doctor standing near a male form. She clutched at the doctor's coat, tugging childishly on it, her eyes begging him. The doctor turned away listing the injuries of the couple before them and the actions taken. These fell on deaf ears, when the male on the bed turned toward them his tired eyes searching Margaret's holding one limp hand towards her. Margaret reached toward him, walking quickly the last steps that separated them. "Daddy?" Margaret questioned softly. He smiled at her.
"Meg, forgive us." He stated. Margaret would forgive him anything if he would stay in this world with her. "I know you have been distant with us ever since we told you the truth." was his quiet sentence. "Believe me though, that didn't change a thing for our love for you, you were still our daughter." He explained, tightening his grip on her hand as a spasm of pain went through him. "Me and your mother love you always remember that." He stated and then his tight grip went lax. Margaret brought his hand to her cheek, rubbing it lightly against her face.
"Daddy, of course I forgive you, just come back!" Margaret cried out. "Come on, this joke is mean, open your eyes." She said, aware that the doctor was trying to pry her hand from his. He was whispering words, that fell upon deaf ears, eyes pleading for the man on the bed to jump up and laugh at her. "I love you guys too, come on now." Margaret responded, leaning over him. The smile she wanted so much to show did not come, and leaning over him she could see that his chest no longer moved with breath. "No, Daddy!" Margaret yelled out. "Come back, come back." She whispered out reaching for the soul beyond her reach. She was vaguely aware of a person wrapping their arms around her and leading her away. Margaret's glassy eyes glanced up to see one of the police men.
"Is there someone you would like us to call?" he asked. Margaret nodded absently and fished out her best friend's phone number. The police man gave her a comforting smile and walked off, only for the nurse to walk up and point out that she will have some forms to fill out later. Margaret only stared blankly at her, pulling her knees up to her chest on the hard plastic chair she sat on. Tucking her head into her arms that wrapped around her knees, she did something she hadn't done since she found out she was adopted, she cried. Sometime later she was aware of someone talking quietly and shifting her into a car. Noting absently that it was her best friend and her boyfriend that was driving the car. She fell into a troubled sleep, missing the sad look her friend gave her as they tucked her into a spare bedroom.
"Poor dear, she has been through a lot today, lets let her rest now." The woman stated to the man she stood next to. He nodded and they left Margaret in the land of troubled dreams.
Yes, this is my first time writing a story that belongs to a single category. Please Review and tell us what you think! Happy Holidays!