-1Stranger Inside-Shinedown
This day could be the worst one yet
I just won't relax I can't catch my breath
Because I'm sick and tired of you'll be fine
Well how do you know, can you read minds
So take while you can so you can meet demands
My insanity is what you thrive on
So rip it from my soul, so everyone will know in the end
We were never friends
Have you ever felt lost inside so unloved within that you almost die
Have you ever stepped out of the light and realized there's a stranger inside
Don't push your ignorance on me
I'm not unrehearsed to your jealousy
And I know you think I don't see the signs
Well how do you know, do I look blind
So take it while you can so you can meet demands
My breakdown is what you thrive on
So rip it from my soul so everyone will know in the end
I'm the break you're the bend
Have you ever felt lost inside so unloved within that you almost die
Have you ever stepped out of the light and realized there's a stranger inside
Stranger inside
Have you ever felt lost inside so unloved within that you almost die
Have you ever stepped out of the light and realized there's a stranger inside
MJ couldn't believe her luck. From the very heights of joy to the very depths of sorrow. She sniffled, wiping at her eyes again. She sat on her bed, surrounded by tissues. She collapsed onto her bed, snuggling into her pillow. She couldn't believe how foolish she had been. She had been hurt before but never like this. Peter was the one she could always run to, the one she could always trust and now even he had betrayed her.
She couldn't get the image of Amber on top of him, kissing each other out of her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, every time she opened them, there they were! She couldn't escape it! Of all the excuses he could make, the best he could do was she had some sort of super strength. Yeah, sure! What, was she related to the Green Goblin? Please!
She was angry! She was angry with him for allowing it to happen even if he didn't want it to, angry with herself for trusting in him and angry with Amber for ever showing her face in their lives. So much anger was boiling inside of her, anger that if she were a lesser person, she would have subjected someone to. But she would not sink to the level of so many evil people she'd known in her lifetime like her father or Norman Osborn.
Perhaps she should be thankful though. It would have only been a matter of time before Peter hurt her to this extent anyway. There was only so much more pushing away she could handle.
She should have known. He was a man and it seemed that it was destined for every man in her life to destroy her piece by piece.
The worst of it really was she had no one to turn to. Peter was her very best friend and confidant. She hadn't felt this misplaced and alone since the nights after Norman's funeral when she couldn't face Peter and his rejection.
Part of her wanted to believe him about Amber but all the same, he turned away from her time and again and pushed her too far away too many times. She couldn't forgive it anymore. She wouldn't!
The phone rang shrilly and she jumped in surprise. It continued to ring and she feared answering incase it was Peter and his meaningless apologies. The answer machine buzzed and it was not Peter's voice that spoke into the machine but Zoey's.
"MJ, answer this phone immediately! I know you're there because you're not answering your cell! Pick up, pick up, pick up!" Zoey shouted into the machine.
MJ groaned, not wanting to talk to anyone, she just wanted to wallow in her self misery.
"All right fine! Call me before the night is through or I will just make the decision myself! Toodles!" Zoey gave up and hung up quickly.
MJ buried her head under a pillow. "Go ahead Zoey. I suck at decisions." she muttered miserably into the pillowcase. "I don't care anymore. Nothing matters."
"That's the best news I've heard all day! It will make your death all the more easier for you," a woman's dark, hate laced tone answered her.
MJ shot up, coming face to face with a woman clad in black standing at the foot of her bed. She gasped loudly and curled in fear. "Who are you? What do you want?"
The woman laughed happily. "I am so glad you asked. I am the Widow Maker, dear. I thought it was about time for my introduction, I have been wanting to meet you for quite a long time now. And what I want is simple. I want your blood on my hands. Your death will come at my doing. Revenge will be mine!" she answered, as she displayed a hand for MJ to see. Five razor sharp nails popped out and green ooze immediately dripped down each nail.
MJ's heart ceased movement and she screamed louder than she remembered screaming ever. She rolled off the side of the bed as the woman reached out to grab her. Five needle-like nails pierced her mattress where she once lay.
Widow Maker groaned in annoyance. "Hold still. You have nothing left to live for anyway!"
MJ got to her feet quickly and reached for her bedside lamp, ready to swing at the woman if she got near. Her words were puzzling but she did not ponder them for fear she would be caught off guard.
"Oh come on Mary Jane. You've lost everything you ever wanted, just give in and make this easy on yourself!" Widow hopped over the bed in one easy leap.
MJ swung the lamp hard across her face like a baseball bat. The crack against her face was loud and the lamp flickered off, leaving the room dark except for the setting sunlight bleeding in through the shades.
Widow howled as her mask was knocked free and fell to the floor. She chuckled staring at the ground, her chuckles turning into full blown laughter as she stared at the mask before turning her face up to MJ. "Surprise."
MJ dropped the lamp in shock as the sight of Amber's face under a mane of jet black hair. But her face was mangled with dark green pulsing veins and her eyes were black as pitch. "Amber… no…." she could not speak. Many thoughts filled her mind all at once. This woman was crazy. Peter was right. This woman was going to kill her. She was going to die. Peter would not save her. This woman would be the last thing she would see. She would never get away. Peter was right. He was right and she was dead.
Widow chuckled at the fear on MJ's face as she came down upon her and filled her world with darkness.
