Different.

''Peter?''

I was walking back from Peter's house and hadn't realised how long I was there! The moon was shining through out the dark clouds in the sky. The stars shone brighter than ever before; It was beautiful. There weren't many people on the streets and many shops were closing now so the street lights kept me company as well as my phone. Jackson kept texting me how Alice and he were seeing a movie together to make sure I knew where she was, she was going to stay round his tonight like always. I sound really territorial but It kind of hurt how she didn't hang around any more. As long as Jackson kept her happy that was all that mattered. Sure, we text a lot though it's not the same as her being here. 

The road seemed to have ended although I didn't notice. Once I looked up from my phone all I saw was a dark end. A dead end. It wasn't an ally way or anything like that. Just a really trashy apartment where some uncivilized jerks probably lived. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned in ages! The front of the house had trash bags everywhere and beer bottles scattered on the dusty, concrete ground. 
''Emily Walker. The most beautiful girl to walk the planet.'' A deep yet croaky laugh came from behind me. I turned around- quick on my heel. But all I managed to see was a bright red and black collared jacket before everything went black. I felt his big hands clamped onto my mouth so I couldn't scream. I couldn't breathe either! He tightened his grip on my arm until my blood circulation was cut off. Soon he let go, letting my weak body hit the floor. He stood and watched over me as I held my throat- coughing uncontrollably. I could only imagine the sick, twisted grin he had on his face. I wanted to slap it off with all my strength but the problem was, I had none. 

I heard a zip behind me and knew he was beginning to remove his pants. My heart pounded in my chest, almost breaking my ribs. Would I die tonight? The night I found out that the boy I loved likes me back? The boy I love hasn't been lying to me all the time? I never thought it would feel this way. I wasn't scared of dying, I was scared of how I died. Dying is not the problem. I could of easily ran away from this place though I stayed. I'm not sure why though. This was my fault and my fault only. 

He grabbed me again- sure to leave a bruise on my arm. He pulled me to the floor trying to tear my jacket though failed miserably. The smell of beer flowed through the air meaning he must of been drinking. He was just as weak as I was now. 
I wasn't prepared for this, I was still young but he didn't care. No one probably did! All they'd care about is whatever I was wearing when I died...then probably try auction it to a bunch of rich old people! 

I could feel him hovering over me, his breath slapping me in the face. I shut my eyes closed and grit my teeth together until I didn't feel anything. ''Ahh!'' I heard him scream and bash against a wall. Suddenly I was pulled up to my feet and felt warm arms wrap around my waist, I opened my eyes to see the red and blue mask I've been waiting for. 
''Are you okay?'' He checked me over for any signs of pain or blood then steadily sat me on the ground so my head leaned against the wall at an awkward angle. 
I peered over to the man who stood up- ready to run away. Spider man was still staring at me for some reason until he pushed him self off the ground. Once again, Police sirens wailed in the distance and Spider man already had the hooded man in his grip. They were fighting until spidey did a skill full back flip. Gathering all my strength, I managed to get off the ground stumbling a bit. In the corner of my eye a red and blue object stuck out from the darkness. It was his mask. When I looked back at the fight, the hooded man was taped against the wall in webs though spider man was getting up from the floor. He turned to face me though it wasn't him...

My stomach dropped, my eyes bulged and I could feel the tears coming. ''Peter?'' I whispered as he stared at me with a shocked face. He looked down at the floor not being able to look me in the eye.
I sucked in a cry and tried to keep my self from shaking but I failed. He just kept looking at the ground as I slowly walked to him. I handed out his mask and leaned close to him, gently brushing his lips. I wanted to kiss him so badly but the betrayal took over and I pushed myself back. The tears poured down my face and he looked like he wanted to as well.

He grabbed the mask out of my hands and had already shot a web into the dark night. Peter swung out so quickly I barely saw him go. The bright police cars swung round the corner onto the concrete, blinding me with their lights. Although I now knew the truth, the boy I like probably doesn't like me back. The boy I like had been lying to me all the time. Now I really did want to die.