I don't own any of the Winchesters (unfortunately, im not that lucky), so Eric Kripke, don't sue me! lol.

"I'll be there when your heart stops beating. I'll be there when your last breath's taken away. In the dark when there's no one listening. In the times when we both get carried away." - +44

Chapter One

"May he rest in peace." The priest closed the coffin softly, among the sniffles of the few grieving friends. One of the girls in the front row came up to the coffin, silently crying as everyone else left the huge church.

"Come on, Bekkah, let's go." A twenty-one year-old girl pulled on the arm of her friend, who stood with her hands on the now closed coffin. The girl turned around to look at the deserted church. Not many people had come to the wake in the first place. Barely six rows had been filled up at the high point in the entire service.

"Let me stay a bit, Laura." Bekkah pulled away from her friends gentle grasp. Tears streaked down her face again, smearing her mascara, which was supposed to have been waterproof.

"Bekkah, It's late, and raining, and I'm your ride back to the dorm," Laura said, her voice still calm, and soothing. "I don't want you walking home in this."

Bekkah wasn't paying attention. "How could I do this to him?" She had her hair sprawled across the top of the coffin now.

"It's not your fault, Bek."

"Of course it is," Bekkah said. Laura tried to roll her eyes without Bekkah noticing.

"It was an accident, not a suicide," Laura said, but the sureness in her voice wasn't there.

"He killed himself. Because of me. I was all he had in the world," Bekkah was leaning onto the coffin now. "I'm sorry, Todd," she whispered. Laura pulled Bekkah's hair back from her face. The priest came out.

"It's not your fault. Sometimes people just don't know how to deal with their lives, alright?" Laura was getting a bit more persistant now.

"We're going to have to let you leave now, ma'am. We're locking up." The priest's voice could have been nicer, if he tried. "You have all day tomorrow to say goodbye as well. The burial is at Green Meadows at noon."

"I know." Bekkah sobbed, but her voice had a bark to it, and this time she let Laura pull her back away.

Laura drove the car up to the dorm and she and Bekkah walked up to their room. The other two roomates were in there as well.

"Bekkah? You okay?" the skinny redhead asked her, soothingly.

"She'll be fine," Laura answered back. Bekkah trudged off to her room.

"Should we lock up the knives so she doesnt try suicide or something?" the redhead asked, her voice lowered.

"Angela!" the last roomate answered. She had blond hair with dyed blue tips. Alison.

"Just a precaution."

"It's actually not a bad idea," Laura answered. "She's so broken apart over Todd."

"Which she shouldn't be," Alison said. "It's not like he was the best boyfriend in the world." She kept her voice down.

"Allie, we all know how you feel about Todd," Angela said, and Laura nodded.

"The boy would hit on me!" Allie persisted, "When she was around nonetheless!"

"We know, Allie," Laura said, "Still, that's not as bad as what he did with Lissette, remember?"

"And then his excuse was that he didn't realize it was Lissette, not Bekkah?"

"Because it was too dark," Laura snickered, and they heard the shower turn on in the other room.

"Was Lissette at the funeral? I didn't notice," Angela asked. "I wasn't paying attention."

"Oh, yes, her pretty size zero was sitting in the back." Allie replied, "She had the dignity to cry like he was hers to cry over. I know for a fact he was still cheating on Bekkah when they started going out a second time."

Allie put a pop-tart in the toaster and Angela was popping a bag of popcorn. "Where's the movie?" Laura asked the other two. Angela pointed to the top of the TV where the DVD case lay.

"Poor, poor Bekkah," Allie said after a moment of nothing but the pop of the popcorn in the microwave.

"She loved him."

"Yeah," All three girls sighed at the same time.

"But still, he was an ass."

"Laura!"

Bekkah felt weightless. Like nothing in the world could make her feel any better ever again. She turned the shower nozzle on and looked at her mirror, where a picture was tucked into the side.

She couldn't even look at the picture, but she knew it was there so she reached to the spot she knew it was and took it down, crumpling it in her fist, and tossing it into the garbage can.

She looked at herself in the mirror and saw the person she always saw. Yet, she was not the same person anymore. She stepped into the shower, which was blasted on high hot water. She tried not to think of anything.

The doors to the clear glass shower were fogging up fast now. Bekkah turned to shampoo bottle upside down to find it empty. She sighed and turned the nozzle down and stepped out of the shower. She knew there was another bottle of shampoo under the sink and she opened the cabinet and grabbed the Pantene. Looking up at the foggy room around her, she thought she saw a darker smoke linger by the door, but she blinked and it was gone. She turned and got back in the shower.

Alison could hear Bekkah tossing and turning from the room next to her. The movie had long ended, and Angela and Laura had fallen asleep on the two seperate Lazy Boys. Alison had been trying to fall asleep on the couch but she couldn't. She got up slowly and trudged over to Bekkah's room.

I'll just make sure she okay. She pushed open the door and walked over to Bekkah.

A chilling whisper went into Alison's ear like wind.

"Don't lay a finger on her." Alison shivered and reached out for her troubled, tossing friend, to wake her up gently from her night mare.

"Can't say I didn't warn you." The chill went up Allie's spine and her vision was fogged all of a sudden by dark, thick, gray smoke.

Alison Marels dropped to the floor, gracefully, not even having a chance to scream.

A.N.: I have issues with starting stories before the old ones are done, so here's another one of my ideas.