Chapter 11
The next morning I woke up with a raging headache and in an unknown room. I spring up in the bed I was in and hit my head on something above me which didn't help my headache.
" Ow, freaking bunkbeds" I hiss, hearing my heartbeat in my head.
I look around the room I'm in seeing a nightstand beside me, a door at the front of the room, and a desk full of old computers and technology to my left. I see science and math posters everywhere, papers textbooks litter the floor, along with clothes and legos, and a backpack in the corner. Who's room am I in? I think. I look down at myself and I'm wearing the same clothes I was wearing and I had a jacket that wasn't mine. I didn't remember getting someone's jacket. I sigh and lay back down, staring at the wood above me trying to think wear I could be. Clothes, nerdy posters, legos, old technology stuff....
Peter Parker.
It has to be him. And the jacket I have on is his too. How did I get here though. Man all this thinking is seriously not helping my headache. I then hear some rustling above me, like someone was moving.
" Peter" I whisper.
Nothing.
" Peter!" I whisper shout.
Still nothing.
" Peter Parker!!" I say and kick the wood slab above me.
" Hmm" he says.
" Oh, thank god" I say letting out a sigh of relief.
" Oh Amelia, hey. How are you feeling?" He said coming down the latter. He was wearing pajama pants and no shirt. I immediately look down so I'm not staring but man is he good looking. Woah, woah, woah. Parker is just a friend.
"Amelia?"
" Yeah"
" Are you ok, you saw me and then looked away"
" Oh-um, y-you have no shirt"
" Oh-uhh sorry" He said running to his closet to grab a t-shirt.
" It's fine" I say. This freaking headache won't go away.
" So um-how are you feeling?"
" I have this raging headache and I have no idea why so that's one thing"
" Oh, uh- hang on" He said and then ran out of his bedroom. Great, now I am alone.
He came back with a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin.
" Here, take this"
" Thank you"
" Anytime" I take a pill and drink the rest of the water feeling very dehydrated and thirsty. What did I do last night?
" Peter?"
" Y-yeah"
" What happened last night? I don't remember what I did or how I got here"
" Oh, well um- you went with MJ to Gwen's party and um- you drank the punch which eventually got spiked in the middle of the party, but you didn't know. So you accidentally got drunk and I took you back here because I didn't know if your parents were home" he said.
" Oh, well thanks for taking care of me. Your a good guy Parker"
" Oh-um thanks" He said looking down and fidgeting with some piece of technology.
I get out of bed, my hangover headache starting to go away. And I look at the time and see it's 10:00 in the morning. Crap!!!! I have to see my mom at 12:00.
" Shoot, um Peter I have to go. Uh- thank you so so so much for looking out for me and taking care of me. I couldn't be more great full but I have to go um-help my dad with something" I was about to tell him about my mom but I remembered that I couldn't. My brother had let it slip with some of his friends and all their parents do is offer my dad with help, and sometimes we take it but he hates it when people give us pity. Yes, my mother has cancer and is not getting any better but we don't need to be reminded of it.
" Oh, well bye. Be sure to drink lots of water!" he yelled at me as I was running out of his room, out of the apartment, down the stairs and out of the apartment building.

I got home and took a shower, I smelled like alcohol and sweat which is just gross. I cannot believe I got drunk. Out of all people I got drunk, I must have really loved that punch. I am just so thankful Peter took care of me, I don't know what would have happened without him. I really like Peter, as a friend though. God, I cannot get feeling as for someone especially Peter. He has no interest in me. It's just the guys at my old school, even nerdy ones like Peter would never do that for someone. Like I might have been a nerd and never had had a boyfriend, but the guys at my school would never treat a girl that way. But along comes Peter Parker, this sweet shy nerdy boy that is absolutely perfect. I just don't understand why such a sweet, kind and really cute guy is treated the way he is. Like why does Flash need to call him Penis Parker? That's not needed, and he doesn't deserve any of it. Peter deserves so much more than he has, and I wish I could give I'm something.
Woah there, shut up now. Peter is a F R I E N D. Not anything else.
I think to myself. Yep, Peter is a friend, nothing else. Just keep telling yourself this and push those tiny feelings down and they will go away, Right?

I ate the wonderful lunch I had made. It consisted of crackers, apples, cheese and cookies, because cookies are the most important part. Now I am finally ready to leave. My dad had blown up my messages asking me where I had been last night, and where I was now. The simple protective parenting. I told him that I crashed at my friends house and spent the night, which I did he just doesn't need to know the rest, hehe. Apparently Adam my little brother was a friends house, so he wasn't home. No wonder it was dead silent. I locked up the apartment and left, with my phone, keys, wallet, sketchbook, pencil case, and nervousness flooding my body. I loved talking to my mom, but a lot of times I come she is very tired because of the chemotherapy, so it is hard getting a full on conversation with her. Most of the time when I do see her I ask how she is doing, and she just catches up with me on school and stuff. Nothing really big, I just dread when the doctors tell me how she is doing at the end when I leave. I have never gotten a " She improved slightly" or " Things are getting better". No I get " Have patience" or " Nothings improved". This just leaves a sick feeling in me and I can never get rid of it. Knowing your mother is in pain, and you want her to get better but you can't do anything to change it and have to watcher her suffer is brutal. It is something no one should have to go through, and yet here I am stuck in that situation.

I make it to the hospital after a very long subway ride. I sign in, and walk to my mothers room preparing myself for what is about to come. The doctors said it had been a long week, so I already knew she was exhausted. I walked in I saw her laying on her bed, staring out the window. She peaceful, but her exterior was not the greatest. She had needles in her arms, her hair was thinning, and dark puffy bags under her eyes. it killed me to see her like this. All I wanted to do was hug her, and make everything better, but that will never happen.
" Hey mom" I say in a whisper.
" Hey sweetie!" She said in a happy whisper. I wonder if she's in a good mood or if there is good news from the doctors. That would make all of our lives a lot better.
" How are you?" I ask.
" The usual, I am getting a little better at eating regularly, but the chemo is getting the best of my hair" She said sadly. My mom always had healthy big brown curls, and she looked amazing in them. But since the chemo her hair has thinned, and isn't as lively.
" That awful, I'm sorry. I know you love your curls" I say, clutching onto my own hands to hold onto something.
" So how has school been, any fellas I should know about?" She said raising an eyebrow in a playful way.
" No mom, there are no special guys. I am friends one though, and his name is Peter. He is really nice, and I'm getting close to his friends Ned and MJ"
" I'm glad to hear you're making friends"
" Yeah, we all are very nerdy, so I think I found my people"
" Well that's good that you found people" She said laughing a little bit.
" Have you heard about that spider guy Amelia?"
" You mean Spiderman?"
" Mhm, I saw him on the TV. That is amazing, what he can do"
" Y-yeah, it's awesome"
" I wonder what it's like to fly like he does"
" Yeah me too" I say, but the thing is was I did know, and I'll never forget it.
" I actually draw him a little" I say quietly.
" Really!! Can I see?"
" Yes of course" I pull out my sketch book and show her the drawings. She ooos and awwws over them and that makes me happy. If I can make my mom happy, then I am happy. We talked for a little bit about school, Adam and how he was, and about my art. A lot of times I would bring my sketchbook and show her what I've drawn because she was a big help on my artistic ability's. In her free time she would paint or draw, and I would always watch and that is how I found my love for art.

By now it was 3:00 and the nurse said I had to rap it up.
" It was great seeing you sweetie, come back soon. And tell Peter I say hello!!" She says.
" Ok, love you. Bye mom" I say and blow her a kiss.
" Love you too!" She says waving at me as I walk out of the room.
I dreaded this part of the visit not because I had to goodbye to my mom, but because I always got news on how she was doing. I hoped and wished constantly that I would come in one day and they would say she is getting better. By that day has yet to come. I walk up to the nurse and she is holding a clipboard that has all of the information on how my mom was doing.
Please be good.
Please.
Please.
Please.
I think to myself, crossing my fingers.
" So, anything changed?" I ask the nurse.
" Um, yes. We found that before we did chemo yesterday that it has spread even more. So sadly it is not getting any better, but there is a small chance that if we can get it under control that it may go away. But that is very unlikely of happening" She said shakily. I knew this wasn't good.
" And.." I said, feeling tears burning in the back of my eyes.
" If it continues to spread she will not have very long to live, maybe 8 weeks"
I make a small gasp and look for words to say, but none come.
" I'm so sorry" The nurse says.
" Can I come here everyday?" I ask.
" Of course, that would probably make her happy as well" The nurse says motioning to my mom.
" Ok, I will try to do that" At this point I was going to do everything in my power to come here everyday after school and see her. I bet my dad already knows about this. I wonder if he comes and sees her too, that would be one reason why he is always home super late. I walked down the sidewalk, tears prickling my eyes with the thought of my mother and her condition. I hate that all I am able to do is come visit her, and watch my dad pay for the medical bills. I'm not able to help my mom in any sort of way. I can't even say " Your gonna get better" or " It's all gonna be ok" because it's not, and I'm not going to lie to her.

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