Skylar stared into the mirror as it laid a self-hatred reflection of herself. A monster that practically looked like a ghost that was half way dead. Skylar thought she would have gotten used to this by now, but that moment never came. She thought no one could ever love her now because she looked like some sort of freak. A freak could never be loved, that was the truth. Her usually cold hand (She can't really tell.) touched her very pale whitened skin carefully, letting out a deep sigh. How could someone ever hold on to her hand that was cold as ice when she thought it was actually pretty warm? How could someone kiss her cheek that looked white and deathining? Would she be alone for the rest of her life with no hand to hold hers or even kiss her? Skylar let out another heavy sigh as she felt a tear that almost formed crystals rolling down her face. She was a freak, that's what she was. She'll always be one until the day she dies, or until somehow would end up getting normal again. But she had to accept the fact that she was some freak that had to go to school this morning.
Skylar got dressed, wearing a oversized sweater that hid the rest of her pale skin. A scrunched up her snow-white hair underneath her dark coarse beanie. Skylar snatched her bag and hurried out the door before Trish could tell her good morning. Skylar just wanted to get this day over with from all of the stares she would get throughout the day. She was thinking of so many outcomes that will come throughout the day. Like how many people would scream, or how many people would call the police to send her off and execute her? What would her parents think of her now? Skylar was never okay to begin with. She was always alone when her parents were gone throughout the week and would cry for them whenever she had her terrifying nightmares. But all she could do now was suck it up and deal with it and go throughout the day.
"Hey, Sky." Peter waved over to Skylar who didn't look ready to come back to school. "How are you feeling?" He asked her, never forgetting that the reason of why she was as white as snow or why she wasn't at school the other day. MJ and Nat were there too. They both understood something bad happened to Skylar, but doesn't know exactly why.
Skylar nodded. "I will be until this day is over." She complained with a sigh, shrugging her shoulders while opening her locker and put her stuff in.
"Dude, what happened? Why are you so pale?" Nat was the first to ask Skylar, who just bobbed her head and gave another light shrug. "You know they won't allow you keep that hat on, right?"
"I ended up with a really bad cold. I'm fine now, don't worry. And I don't care if they tell me to take this off." Skylar closed her locker, maybe a bit too harshly because it ended up with a loud bang, making the rest of the three blink and stared at her. Skylar turned to face them and lifted an eyebrow. "What? I said I was fine!" She harshly yelled, walking away from the group as she took a sip of coffee.
"What's up with her?" MJ turned to Peter. "You know what really happened, don't you?" She asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. Even MJ was concerned and she showed it. She usually hid her feelings inside her head to make sure she didn't mess any of her only friendships she ever had.
"Skylar said it. She only had a cold, but maybe she doesn't want y- I mean us to know, you know?" Peter shrugged a little before turning to follow Skylar, but she already vanished with the crowd of people. "Great, we lost Sky."
Skylar couldn't really avoid the group sense most of her classes is with them anyway. Whenever she tried to hide away in the corner of the cafeteria for lunch MJ sat and stared at her with frosty eyes.
"What…?" Skylar rested her head on her hand. Trying to avoid eye contact with her friend. That usually made sure to tell what she felt about something, feeling like these were one of her moments.
"What's like going on with you, Sky." MJ questioned her, "I think you know we all know you didn't just have some bad cold." MJ stared at her as Nat and Peter, who sat next to MJ and looked at Skylar at curiosity.
"I'm fine, kay?" Skylar stabbed her fork into her salad eagerly. "I get bad colds." She had taken a bite of the green salad before Flash interrupted the group.
"How's it hanging there, loser girl. Why weren't you at school yesterday, you skipping school?" Flash asked with a small smirk. "What happened to you, you look like you've seen a spider that could've killed you."
Skylar froze slightly along with Peter. She next sat up a little before looking down, trying to avoid looking at the boy she hated. "You know it'd be indeed better if you just go away?" Skylar muttered under her breath.
"What do you mean by that. I'm pretty sure everybody wishes you never came here in the first place. Just because your parents died don't mean you have to be a sad little orphan girl all the time. They most likely never wanted you anyway." Flash shrugged.
"What do you want, foolish child? Gosh, I wonder why I ever kept you in the first place. Just go to your room." Skylar remembered her mother said after she had wanted to talk to her mother about seeing if she could watch a movie with them. It wounded Skylar so much of knowing that her only mother she ever had hated her. But she refused to allow other people making her feel small.
Skylar stood up, and within a blink of an eye her cold hand punched Flash square in the jaw, making him stumble backwards in shock. "Don't ever talk about my parents. You dick, got it?" Skylar yelled at Flash who supported his chin with his hand.
"Sky!" Peter yelled in shock, never thinking that Skylar would lay off her cool and punch someone like that. If she did that before she came here, she wouldn't even be here.
"What the Hell, freak? Look what you did to my fucking jaw!" Mumbled Flash, who held his jaw in his hand, trying not to taste his own hated blood.
"Good! At least you deserve it you di-" Skylar got pulled away by Peter gently but forcefully. She took a quivering breath before widening her eyes. "Oh God, I'm in so much trouble…" She looked at Peter who nodded gently, patting her shoulder lightly.
Trish entered Principal Mortia's office quickly as Skylar was sitting there crossing her arms, glaring at Flash who held his broken and bruised jaw and glared right back. Skylar already knew she was in so much trouble after the fact that she did punch someone in the face. Trish would get really pissed off with something like this, and Skylar pretty much crossed that line a whole mile ago.
"Miss Plourd, thank you for coming at short notice." Principal Mortia guested to the seat next to Skylar. He leaned in and placed his hands on the table. "Sky, here ended up punching Flash in the face, Miss Plourd. We do not tolerate this behavior, so we have to discuss consequences."
"I'm sorry, Principal... Mortia, but I'm sure there must be a reason why this happened." Trish placed her eyes on Skylar who slumped further into the chair. "Skylar's a lovely kid, she couldn't have done this without a good reason."
"She punched my son's face and practically broke it! There must be a good reason." Flash's mother complained loudly, making her thoughts clear.
"Mrs. Thompson and Miss. Plourd, we do need to calm down and we will talk about with both sides of their stories. Flash already told his." Principal Mortia looked at Skylar, where the rest of them stared at her.
"Okay… Let me see. I remember Flash here for one at the start called me you know, loser girl." Skylar moved her hand around, "which isn't really nice." She pointed out. "In addition he told me nobody ever wanted me including with my long gone... dead... parents." Skylar's voice broke with the words dead and parents. They were gone, and it was hard to remember every time Skylar would wake up.
"You said what to my Sky?" Trish widened her eyes at Flash, "you said what to my Skylar?" Trish repeated with her voice rising with rage.
"Don't yell at my boy like that! I don't think he ever said that. She's lying. She's a lying brat that punched my son's face!" Mrs. Thompson yelled back.
"Enough, please! Skylar you are suspended for the whole week, and Flash will get in counseling and community service until he stops acting like this. You all are free to leave." Principal Mortia rose and opened the door for all the four to leave.
Trish lead Skylar the way by placing her hand on Sky's shoulder and steered her. "I can't believe he said that to you. Why haven't you talked to me about this yet? I thought you said everything was fine at school, Sky."
Skylar let out a slight sigh. "I know… I just- I thought I can handle it, you know. It is possible I can handle with the fact that my parents are gone, Trish." Skylar frowned. "But then I got all mad I just- I didn't… I didn't want to hurt anyone. I'm sorry."
Trish stopped turning Skylar to face her. "Stop apologizing, I forgive you." She hauled Skylar into a hug who hesitantly winded her pale arms tight around the woman who took her in after the worst of everything happened to her. Skylar pulled away after he heard Peter call out her name. Trish kissed the girls head. "Go talk to him. I'll be waiting in the car." Trish patted her shoulder before leaving out to the car.
"Sky, hey. What happened? Are you leaving?" Peter interrogated her with concern. He didn't like that Flash told Sky about her parents about that. He didn't like when that happened to himself, too. Peter would never want Sky, who he thought of her like a little sister, to having the same things that were told to him too.
"I'm suspended, that's for sure…" Skylar let out a sigh and crossed her arms, looking up at Peter. "I really screwed up."
"I don't think you screwed up, Sky. You just got mad, it happens. I get mad sometimes." Peter pointed out. "I still didn't like what Flash said to you, are you okay?"
Skylar had taken a minute before she replied. "Well, I will be right? I'll end up fine. They're words, and words shouldn't hurt, right?" Skylar bit her lip, trying to prevent for tears to fall down her cheeks. "I'll see you, okay. Take care Pete-Brain." Skylar had left the school before Peter had a chance to say goodbye.
Skylar was up at the rooftop of her apartment building as she was doodling in her sketchbook of the scenery of the city's night sky. She can't believe she punched freaking Flash in the face, and she still couldn't believe a huge spider bit her still.
"I thought I saw you up here." A voice came from behind Skylar, who jumped and turned to see it was. It was Natalie! How did she know Skylar was up here, she didn't even know where Skylar lived? Maybe.
"What- Nat, how did you- how did you find me?" Skylar blinked, puzzled. Watching as Natalie sat next Skylar and took her sketchbook from her hand and looked at it.
"I have my ways." Natalie shrugged. "This is extremely cool, Sky. You drew this yourself?" Natalie sounded actually impressed. She handed it back to Skylar with a faint smile.
"It's not done yet, it's not really good, either." Skylar shrugged, placing the sketchbook beside her and stared at Natalie. "You still didn't really answer me, by the way. How did you find me here?"
"Well, I might have seen you come here, so I figured you lived here." Natalie placed her hand on her knee. "So I was like, maybe I'll see that girl who saved me the other day. Any more questions?" Natalie smirked a little playfully.
"In fact, I do." Skylar gave a nod. "Do you normally get in trouble often like that?" Skylar asked, she genuinely wanted to know in case it might happen again.
Natalie chuckled a little and nodded. "Well, I do tend on getting into trouble a lot. I actually managed to sneak back home without my parents noticing me, by the way."
"That's magnificent." Skylar grin grew a little more. "What would happen if they did catch you?" Skylar wondered.
"Hey, it's my turn to ask you a question, wait for your turn." Natalie sat up straighter a little before coming up with a question. "Did you dye your hair or something? It looks good on you." She pointed out.
Skylar blinked. Someone thought her hair looked good at her? Skylar thought she looked more like a freak or anything. Did this girl she basically saved the other day actually compliment twice. Sure, Skylar had Peter, MJ and Nat to give sincere compliments to her. But this was a girl that looked badass and was a total trouble maker. How could a trouble maker even start thinking Skylar actually looked cool?
"Hello, Earth to Sky." Natalie waved a hand in front of Skylar's confused icy blue eyes. "You need to like to answer me, idiot."
"Oh, yeah, I dyed it." Skylar nodded, getting out of her train of thought. Skylar wouldn't dare tell the girl who thought she was cool tells her that the reason why her hair and skin was white as snow that she got bitten by a spider.
"Cool. When I dyed my hair, my parents freaked out." Natalie hummed in a reply. "They grounded me, though." Natalie looked over toward the beautiful night sky that looked just like her. "It's nice, isn't it?"
"What?" Skylar asked, confused.
"The sky, idiot." Natalie rolled her eyes sarcastically but playfully. "It's nice, right? Usually, all we see now are our phones or something." She shrugged.
Skylar turned her gaze to the lit up sky and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. It's pretty nice."
They both stared at the beautiful scenery before Natalie broke the silence. "I should get going, I'll see you around. I know where you live." Natalie winked before she stood up.
"Oh- okay, bye." Skylar said quickly before she watched Natalie climb down onto the ground and left. She sighed, wondering if she someone blew her chances of being Natalie's actual friend. Before she went to start drawing again, her phone had rung. Peter.
Skylar sighed as she answered the call. "Pete-Brain, what do you want?" She asked, standing up.
"Hey, Sky. I was just checking on things. How are you doing?" Peter asked from the other end of the line.
"I'm alive, Peter. Was that all you were going to ask me?" Skylar asked him, pacing back and forth from the rooftop.
"No- Well, yeah…" Peter answered sheepishly. "You never got mad like that. I was worried." Peter let out a sigh.
"Stop being all over me, mother." Skylar rolled her eyes to the sky. "I'm going to be fine and okay. Alright?"
Suddenly Skylar heard a thundering crash from her apartment. "What the Hell was that- Peter I'll go talk to you later." Skylar was already heading back toward her apartment.
"What do you mean what the Hell was that? Why do you have to go, do I need to be Spider-Man and come over?"
"No-" There was another noise. "Okay, yeah just come here. See you later." Skylar hung up as she crawled through her window of her room. "Trish?" She called out, walking out of her room to detect a hooded figure on the couch.
"Why, hello there, Skylar Hower." They spoke, they were cleaning blood of a… knife. They looked over, and Skylar got a glimpse of a smirk from the light.
Skylar froze, blinking. "What are doing here? Who are you. What… What is that?" Skylar asked, taking a few steps back.
"To many questions at once, dear." The hooded figure swayed their head and stood, twirling around the knife with a finger. "I was sent here to execute your guardian, Trish Plourd after I killed your disgusting parents. And now, you're next."
Skylar widened her eyes. She didn't stop the tears that formed as crystals from rolling down her cheeks. "You… You what? You did what? Where is Trish, where is-" The hooded figure pointed down to the ground, where Trish laid there in a pool of her own blood. "Trish!" She yelled. "You killed her! You killed them!" Skylar yelled, jerking her head toward Trish's limb body and went toward her and shook her. "Trish, please. Trish wake up, please. You can't leave me too. You need to wake up." Skylar yelled at the woman that did not deliver a response in return. Skylar felt anger, and sadness. How could this happen when she was right up at the rooftop? Why did every parent she ever had died? It didn't make sense. Skylar's gaze turned from underneath her as she saw frost, that was turning into ice forming from beneath her.
The hooded figure chuckled. "You are a monster that must be dealt with." Before Skylar could look up again the hooded figure kicked her up against the wall. "Face it. You recognized that as well."
"No, you're wrong. I'm going to kill your ass." Skylar replied simply, throwing a cold hard punch to the hooded figure as they slipped on some ice that Skylar figured out how to make it show up. The hooded figure stumbled backwards, ending up bumping onto Spider-Man that was standing there angrily.
Skylar slowly slid down the wall after the hooded figure managed to flee from the apartment building with fear. But saying they swore that they will return and kill Skylar, who was a monster. Peter already called Tony so they were on their way to the two.
"They're all gone…" Skylar managed to speak, looking up at Peter with sad eyes. "My parents are gone and now Trish…" Skylar teared up. "It's all my fault"
"Hey, don't tell yourself that. It's not true." Peter reassured her, sitting down next to her. "I couldn't stop from my aunt May from dying. No one could. Things happen, it's nowhere near your fault."
Skylar shook her head. "No, you're wrong. It's all my fault, Peter. It's all my fault." Ice tears fell from her cheeks onto the ground. She buried her face into Peter's shoulder as she kept crying even if she didn't want to. She just kept so many tears in and now she was starting to finally break and set free from all the pain that's been huddled inside her.
"Skylar look at me?" Peter asked gently, gently rubbing her back for some comfort. He felt bad for the girl, and never wanted to see her cry. Skylar did looked up as she was asked too, waiting for what Peter was going to say. "It's not your fault. I know it feels like everything is your fault. Trust me, I know. I lost aunt May and it hurt, it hurt that I couldn't save her. But then you came around and you're the person who knew exactly what I was going through and made me feel better. You're my sister. I love you like a sister. Now say it's not your fault, please."
"It's not my fault…" Skylar sniffled, wiping her tears away. "It's not my fault." Skylar repeated, nodding.
"We're going to be okay."