Anywhere Else But Here

"Yeah! Just cry like a little bitch, you good-for-nothing slut! Nobody wants you on this earth! It was a mistake to even give birth to you!"

I used all my strength to run upstairs and away from my mother. Her hands hit me strong but it didn't hurt as much as her words. She's my mother for Christ's sake! How can she even say things like that! I kept thinking to myself, making the tears come down even harder. It felt like the world was going to fall down on me and I just wanted to rip myself away from the iron chains that held me underneath it. I wanted out. Of this house, this family, this life. I fell into my bathroom, the cold hard tiles pounding my bruised knees and I shut the door, locking myself in the darkness. I cried even harder once I was alone, but quietly. Never once had I cried audibly. Never once had I...

I could still hear my mother talking to herself downstairs, screaming! At how I was a mistake from the start, and that her hardships turned out to be for nothing. Her voice ringed in my ears. The mental pain was so excruciating. Like a monster squeezing my chest from the inside, and his death grip hurt. Stop...! Please, just make me disappear...I can't do anything right. I can't even give my mother the perfect child...! I'm so bloody worthless, just make me disappear! I don't want to be strong...I don't want to hurt so much! I didn't feel like moving (or even breathing for that matter) and so I leaned against the small compartment under my sink and drowned into deep sleep, just praying that I wouldn't wake up. My tears didn't stop, they just kept flowing but I stopped sobbing after a while. Just let it be over...

When I woke up I knew something wasn't right. There was no noise around me, which even without my mother was extremely unnatural. No trains leaving the station, no kids yelling outside, nothing. Even the feel of the place was different. But that couldn't be I mean—I was still in my bathroom for Christ's sake. Light poured in from the crack below the bathroom door. Wait a second; didn't I come here at night? How long exactly was I asleep for? Wow... All night eh? I squint and frown, a little frustrated at the lack of heat on the floor. The tears that I cried last night were still evident but dry on my cheeks as I stood up and opened the door. A wave of heat hit me and that when I knew that I was defiantly not home, for it was winter. I stepped outside the bathroom bewildered and into another person's home. I looked back and my bathroom that I was just in minutes ago was no longer there. Instead there was a rough mirror and lonely sink and toilet. Voices came from another room down the hall and the fear in my chest increased by the second. I knew those voices so well, but it couldn't be...could it? The house I was in started looking more and more familiar as I stepped –quietly—into each room along the way. I looked outside the small window and noticed a garage. Oh my god! This cannot be for real, oh my freaking god, oh my god. I had to keep my confusion under control and took a step, unfortunately, on the wrong place. The floorboards creaked, so damn loud in my ears. I froze. They defiantly heard that because the voices stopped abruptly. I knew they'd be ready to attack me and unarm me, but seeing that I had nothing in my hands that would be pointless.

"Please don't be them. Please don't be them. Please don't be them." I whispered as I approached closer and closer to the living room from where the voices had originated. But they got to me before I got to them. A rough and strong arm caught me in a choke hold, and my throat let out a small scream.

"Who are you?" A man said quietly, his voice threatening and sharp with no humour like I usually preferred it. I didn't have to look back to know who it was. I was unable to rip away from his hold for he was strong whereas I was frail as a kitten, so I didn't bother to struggle much. My body was still too bruised and broken from the night before to muster up any strength and so I aimlessly clawed away at his forearm. He pressed something hard to the back of my neck. A gun. The hole seemed small, so I assumed it was the Colt.

"You'd be wasting the bullet on me," I say, somehow managing to articulate.

"Dean, she's not struggling. And she walked right past a demon trap. I don't think she's one of them." Another man from behind Dean speaks up. His choke hold gets lighter and I gasp for breathe and cough, not daring to turn around.

"Who are you?" Dean repeats louder this time.

I turn around to face them. B,etween the spaces of my dark hair I saw them. They were so much more good-looking in person, so much more! There stood in front of me Dean Winchester. Behind him were Sam Winchester and Bobby Singer. My eyes widened to the max as I swallowed, trying to comprehend what the hell was going on.

"Sam? Dean?"I said, suddenly out of breath. Unfortunately, the exhaustion and shock was too much for me now. And everything went black.

Sorry short chapter! I'm defiantly writing more though! Please review? =D Woot! Finally finished writing this! Wanted to do so for soooo long! I hope it's ok! I'll need help writing dean's part SO much! So please, if you think you're up for it try and help me! Correct me too once in a while~ I'd like some help. But until then I'll try my hardest to write what Dean would say. And TRY to be witty even though I'm not xD. Ciao~