INTRO To my dear Rosemary, this is how I died

by lucipher53

Set in the time when Dean has left Sam for Hell, we come across a new The story of Evera Evera is a psychic who will change the fate of everyone she But, only one person could ever change Evera and that was Sam This story is the personal diary of Evera to her daughter, Rosemary, the child of Evera and

To my Dear Rosemary, this is how I died.

Look, RoseMary I loved you but I would do anything to reverse time to go to the moment I met your father. I would slap him and walk away, for no human being deserves the evil that comes along with sweet Sam Winchester.

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I am an average woman, I love my husband and I want kids. I have a beautiful lawn with roses and a white pickett fence. I even got a paper boy, the whole shazam. I mean, I'm average as possible when you're a psychic. I discovered my gift when I was five years old and figured out my grandfather has been dead for twenty years and it not quite normal to talk to him anymore. Being a psychic isn't like the TV or movies, I don't look off into space and see a scene play out in my head. It's more like I see colors/shapes/animals and they interact and they mix and what not. It's confusing but each person has their own color and animal so once you learn those it becomes easy. The whole shapes and animals can be tricky but I would not give up my gift for any thing.

Only two times in my life I have seen a face and both times I wish I had ended my life in those moments. I know, dramatic but it's true. The first face I saw was of a man who looked kind and you could tell he wanted the world. I later found out this face belonged to a demon named Lehava, I saw him kill my father and neighbor while they were in the middle of sex. To say the least I didn't totally regret that demon killing my father. That demon opened my eyes to the supernatural of this world. I had never killed anything before I met Lehava.

The second face was of a boy, he had sea blue green eyes, freckles and a smile of sadness. I could tell he was intelligent and God had great plans for this boy. But along with his face I saw a snake, which is a symbol of evil. I never met the boy, and I never knew what it meant. Until I met a man with sea blue green eyes, freckles, and a smile of sadness. But, I'm getting a little ahead of myself.

Like I said, Rosemary, this is the story of how I died. It isn't pleasant and it contains the story of your conception in a trailer, let your aunt read that and then summarize it to you. I want you to have this story to help you in life and to you let you know that your father and I love you very, very, very ,very ,very much.