A/N- I've tried this before and it never quite worked out. Halloween is my favorite time of the year and this story is almost based off a dream I had about me last night. I figured since Sam is totally bad-ass and would deal with it better that this should be about her. It gets better. This is just a Prologue so plenty more to come. Your reviews are what keep me continuing the story...
I was screaming in pain. My yells like fingernails on a chalkbord. Every pain had been relised and I lay on the floor. Every covering of my clothes had been ripped to show the symbol I came to know so well. The swirls that made its way around my waist in an uprising motion. The color of gold that stained my tan skin. Each line another mystery. The swirl curved around my waist twice then came to a stop at the middle of my chest. From there, it took to directions, outlining my breast and taking a slight twist around my upper arms, it came to my neck and followed my spine. Right before it kissed my lower back, the line softly fades. Leaving only tints of golden in its way. All around me the sky turned a shade of petrifying black. The clouds turned stone gray as a lightning bolt landed four feet away from my screaming body. I felt my eyes well up in spite of myself and let the pity tears fall. No one was here. I would die. Now; alone, afraid, and with no one to care. I might as well be my own statue; the last thing I'd ever see. The hard stone cause my back to split into spasms of urges. To bad Gibby and Freddie weren't here, to see me in my vunerable state. My last regret I thought; Freddie. I'd always given up on him. Another flash of light and a loud crash of thunder. My ears yearned for an escape. I shut my eyes, death, take me on.