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Silent Screams

Chapter One

It was a cool day in September, the twenty eighth to be exact, when fourteen year old Adam pulled on his jacket. Well, soon to be fifteen, his birthday is tomorrow. He cant really bring himself to be excited about it. Over the years it has come to feel like a normal day to him, only difference being that his mom gives him his annual, ' I'm sorry I had to work on your birthday cupcake.' He doesn't really care though. As he walked home from school he frantically looked left and right all the way. Still a bit shaken about the spirit he saw near the local park. He normally doesn't see them often, living in the small town of ' Windom Minnesota ' and all, but this was the spirit of Andrew Johnson, the town mechanic. They found his body in the creek two days ago, it was all over the news. Adam never really liked the man, every time he would pass by, the man always looked mad, but he never really bothered anybody, so Adam never thought much about him.

But just the other day Adam was walking home from school, when he got to the park he heard someone calling, so he walked to the edge of the trees. He got really cold all of a sudden, but before he could move, Andrew came out from behind the trees. Adam wanted to run but his feet were frozen from fear, he wanted to scream but his voice wouldn't work.

Andrew came close as he spoke, " Finally, someone who can hear me, alright I need your help to get her back for what she did..." Adam didn't give him a chance to finish, he ran, ran as fast as his feet could carry him.

Adam shook off the memory as he reached his house. His mom should still be home, but soon she would be leaving for the graveyard shift at the local hospital, and he would be eating dinner alone, yet again. But he would never complain, because he knows his mom is trying, it's not easy being a single parent.

As he walked in the front door he called out, " I'm home! " But there was no answer, so he walked into the kitchen were he thought his mom would be, but she wasn't. That was strange, she was always in the kitchen when he got home from school. He made his way into the living room to find his mother just standing there looking at pictures on the wall. They were pictures of Adam and his mom, ranging from infancy to just last year.

As he walked closer to his mom he said in a low voice, " Hi mom, I'm home. "

There was no answer, Adam zipped up his jacket because it got really cold all of a sudden and all of the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. By now he knew something was wrong. Then slowly, the woman turned around and the first thing Adam noticed was her eyes. The once beautiful sky blue, was now a nasty white milky color.

" Mom, are you okay? " He shakily said.

The woman smirked, " I still need your help to get her back, you little brat, and your gonna help! "

Adam took off to the stairs, but before he could make it past the fifth step, the spirit grabbed him by the ankle and drug him back down. He kicked his mom in the face, as much as he didn't want to, he knew he had to. He flew up the stairs and into his room, locking the door. He took a breath but then she started banging on the door, trying to break it down. So he had to hurry and move his dresser in front of the door. It was really heavy, but he managed to push it. Finally, he had a second to think about what to do. He knew the police wouldn't believe him, because they knew his mom and knew that she was a sweet and gentle lady. Then he remembered the picture he took from his mom's keep sake box. It was a picture of his father that he's never met, he remembered seeing a number on the back of it.

Adam ran to his desk and got it, fishing out his cell phone from his pocket he quickly dailed the number and waited, and waited, and silently prayed that his dad would answer. He didn't know much about him, the only thing his mom ever said was that he was a good man and his name was John Winchester.

Finally someone picked up, " Hello." Came a gruff voice.

" I...is this John Winchester? " Adam shakily asked.

" No, who is this? " The man asked sharply.

"...His son. " Adam hesitantly replied.

" What! " The voice raised.

The banging on the door increased and Adam hastily said, " Please, if you could find him, I need help! " He let out an involitary yelp as the banging got even louder.

The man now sounded concerned, " John's dead, but I'm his son, are you okay kid? "

Adam didn't know if he should trust him, but he really didn't have a lot of options at the moment, so he huridly explained, " My mom, somethings wrong with her, she's trying to kill me! "

" Alright kid, listen and listen closely, did she look any different to you? "

" Yes, her eyes are white and her voice is deep. "

" Okay, where are you at? "

" In my room, I barricaded the door. "

" Alright good, stay there and wait for me, where do you live? "

Adam hastily gave him directions to where he lived.

" Stay there and whatever you do, don't go out of your room, do you understand? " The man asked seriously.

" Yeah okay, can I trust you..."

" Dean. " The man informed.

" Can I trust you Dean? "

" Yeah kid, this is my kinda job, now if anything happens call me on this number, otherwise I'll be there tomorrow, okay? "

" Kay, thanks. " Adam wispered before hanging up.

Finally for the first time since he's been home, Adam let himself cry. He cried for what seemed like forever, till exhaustion cought up with him and the darkness of sleep consumed him.

The next morning Adam woke to the sun shining in his eyes. As he uncurled from his spot on top of the blankets, where he finally fell asleep late last night. He rubbed his eyes and squinted at the alarm clock, it read 6:15. " Happy birthday Adam. " He mumbled to himself.

Adam shakily got up and shuffled as quietly as possible over to the door. He leaned over the dresser and put an ear to the door, listening. There was nothing, no banging, no screaming, just silence. Adam ran to his window and looked out it, not finding what he was looking for, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. The car was gone, so she must be gone. Only now did his nervous stomach stop churnning, that he realized he was hungry. Adam knew he was suppose to stay put, but he hadn't eaten since yesterday and he really needed to pee.

So he reluctantly moved the dresser to the side and opened the door just enough to peek out. seeing nothing, he ran to the bathroom and locked the door. Once finished, he walked slowly down the stairs and to the kitchen. Adam went strait for the refrigerator and, not bothering with a cup, drank strait from the Apple juice carton, attempting to relieve the burn in his throat. He choked on the juice when he heard someone snicker from behind him. Slowly turning around, Adam saw his mom leaning up against the door railing with her arms crossed.

" Now your gonna listen and do what I say, got that boy? " She said in that man voice that must be Andrew.

Adam dropped the carton and backed up against the wall, frantically looking for an exit but the only one was blocked. Before he knew it she was infront of him, grabbing his neck with both hands and squeezing as hard as she could. Adam squeaked and thrashed trying to get a breath. Finally luck was on his side as he kicked the back of her leg and she went down.

Not stopping to breath, Adam ran, afraid of losing his chanse. He made it to the living room but before he could reach the door, he felt two rough hands wrap around him and they both went down to the floor. He opened his eyes to find his mother on top of him, pinning him down.

" Your gonna do as I say, you stupid little brat! " Came the deep manly voice, that didn't sound right commong from his mama's mouth.

She then started to slap and punch Adam over and over, till he was screaming and begging for her to stop. Finally, the hits stopped and Adam warily opened his eyes to see his mom was now standing over him.

" Now will you do what I say? "

Adam wimpered and shook his head, no. she then kicked him hard in the stomach. So hard he hit the bookshelf behind him. He let out a pain filled cry.

" Fine then, since you wont help, I want you to hurt like I do! " The spirit yelled, then reached behind the pillow on the couch and pulled out a gun then put it to her head, " If you had just done what I told you, this wouldn't have to happen. "

" No, wait! " Adam screamed.

" Too late, say goodbye to mommy. " The spirit taunted.

" No, please, I'll do what you want! "

But it was too late, Adam cringed when the shot fired but kept his eyes open, he saw everything. After the shot everything went silent, evem Adam's cries stopped. All that could be heard was Adam's heavy and struggled breathing. Something inside him snapped and he's not the same kid he was. Without making a sound, he slowly walked over to his mom. His legs gave out on him and he fell to the floor and currled up beside his mother's lifeless body. The last thing he remembers seeing is all the blood everywhere, before the darkness consumed him once again.