Into the SpiderVerse - Similar But Still An Angel

2 - Time makes me fear - 2

She was used to bullets being shot at her, used to getting bruises, getting hurt. She was used to it all, hell, she was even used to period cramps.

This was worse than getting shot at. Worse than period cramps, which were really high on the pain list.

It felt like her organs were fighting each other, furious throbs enclosed around in her pummelled and bruised body that was dressed in penguin pyjamas. Her phone lay near her, radiating a glow of royal indigo in the tenebrous room.

She glanced at it, thoughts swirling in her sore head. Cloudy questions and wonders rained in her mind, and it made her cling on to her phone and bring it up to her face.

"Mother—!"

That bloody light with it's aggravating brightness!

Her eyes twitched, but soon something icky resided within her. Something was wrong, but she couldn't pinpoint what it could be.

6:48 pm.

Wait, when was she pulled through a portal? It was nighttime, and was about to thrust her heel into an ugly tattooed man. Her watch. It said something.

Eight minutes. Eight minutes? When she left to give a butt-slap to that man, it was 6:40. She spent days, hell, even a week in Miles' universe.

What did this mean? For her? For Miles? Did it mean that... that Miles' universe had more of a faster time? Like, like the solar system? Was he on Mars and she on Pluto? That analogy didn't quite work out, but at this time astronomy could honestly not give a crap.

Was the multi-verse a solar system of spider-universes? Different universes age differently and time goes slower or faster depending on the universe? What was Peni's universe like? What was Peter's like? Ham? Noir? Did this mean Miles would be eighty when she would be, an estimated guess, seventeen?

God, she couldn't deal with this. Not right now, not today. Tomorrow, maybe. Tomorrow she could get her-bruised-up-self some rest and then focus on whatever the timelines are and all of that.

Plugging in her phone alongside her nightstand, she sent a text to her father and fell under the covers.

Sleep surely didn't come easy. Restlessness ran through Gwen's bones, images of Miles and Peter fighting appeared dimly in the black of her dreams. It awoke her from a light sleep, and soon mini movies of Miles getting hurt were plaguing her as nightmares.

Miles felt a whisp of air slice to the right of him, and only Dr. Ock, her crooked nose and funky glasses were in sight. It crowded him, and he chirped in shock. Gwen could see the lizard- her lizard, her peter- lunge at Miles from behind, he didn't know. He doesn't know.

Gwen fumbled with her quilts, tangling herself in her bed.

A barrage of colours and shapes painted the world around Gwen, and around Miles was a radiating yellow, so unnaturally. But as Lizard crept by, the colours had changed from rainbows to a void of black.

Warm tears soaked her face, eyes still closed. Her mind still enveloped in the dream.

'Miles!' She cried out, but nothing, not even a spider sense could stop Miles' body from being impaled by the Lizard's raven nail.

Colours changed swiftly from a sunshine yellow to a somber blue. Red crimson blood splattered everywhere.

Gwen can't breathe.

On her clothes.

Miles can't be dead.

Peter and Noir and Peni and Ham. They're all looking.

She's crying now, ugly silent sobs made her face a vivid red.

'It's your fault.' Your fault. Your fault.

Sunflower. Bright. Yellow. Pretty. Dream.

Black, blue, somber, sad, scary, dead, nightmare.

Nightmare. This was a nightmare.

As the realization sunk in heavily, Gwen could feel her heart be pulled into reality. As her subconscious mind drifted away, her brain switched like a light.

That was a nightmare. A stupid nightmare.

Floundering about while tangled up in her quilt, Gwen reached for her phone.

5:21 am.

Now, to wait for a few bloody hours to recover from that.
_______________________________

Apologies for the very short and going nowhere chapter. I'm having an absolutely stupid writer's block!