A/n: I have decided to rewrite the story. I really like Mel's story and I want to continue with her story, but in another direction where I'm not straying off too far from the map if you know what I mean. I want to try to keep it simple and pleasant. I'm keeping S1-S2 because I like how that turned out. Will be adding S3, and so on. :) Thank you all for following, favoriting, and being patient with me, I do appreciate it! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Supernatural series. I am just writing for fun and not for profit.

Prologue

October 1998.

Stanford. I'd gotten into Stanford College. It was one of the most prestigious schools in the country and I got in. That was the feeling I felt when I received my acceptance letter from the college. Both of my parents were proud of me. I was relieved even. All excitement had riled through me like a rollercoaster. It was one of the hardest and longest semesters of my life to see if I ever got in one of the top schools that had all the best academics.

My five-year plan was just perfect. I was going to go to school in California with my two best friends since childhood, Jason and Katherine, then get my Major in Literature and Minor in Mythology. Jason would be an entertainment lawyer. Katherine would be a divorce lawyer. Then I was going to start writing my best seller, marry George Clooney and have a couple of kids, live in Italy somewhere on the Rivera. That was the dream. Ok, maybe not exactly George Clooney but close to it. I'd even settle for Johnny Depp. The dream I held onto complete four years of my life in school. I thought about becoming a lawyer but the courtroom and dealing with those types of people scared me so imagine my surprise when I found out that Stanford had a degree in English Lit. It was a dream come true. Course, I could always write about lawyers if I wanted to. But it was just a dream.

A dream that died as soon as I took a swan dive headfirst up at the top of one of Standford's apartment complex's.

All of a sudden people were arriving, many people from fellow students to teachers to the police and then finally my parents. My poor, poor parents came out of their car sobbing when they heard the news that their precious daughter had just swan-dived head first into the ground, splat. Blood everywhere. Landing quite angelically.

I looked at my dead body and then up at the tall vertical window and saw my best friend Katherine staring down, clutching the edge of the window with her fingers, looking grim in her dark emerald eyes. But I could have sworn I saw a smidge light of satisfaction twinkling within them. I frowned.

She looked from my body to me and we locked eyes staring at one another before she quickly fleeted from the window, brown hair whipping around her face so fast she was gone.

I felt someone's eyes on me, almost burning into my ghostly form. I turned my head over to see a woman with big brown bold eyes and black straight hair that settled against her shoulders. She was waiting for me. I could tell. She looked pretty in her tight jeans and brown jacket. But I was scared. I was scared to leave. I looked over at my sobbing family and shocked classmates that had surrounded the crime scene in front of the apartment complex that was close to the school. I looked back at the woman, now closer toward me.

"It's time Melinda," she told me.

Fear gripped me. "No," I shook my head. "I can't leave them. My friends…my family, they still need me. They'll be lost without me."

"Are you sure?" she said in a hollowed voice that sent chills down my spine. "Are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life within these halls?"

I looked up at the apartment, my window open with the curtains billowing in the crisp fall wind and then at my parents, hearing my mother sob hysterically. It hurt and broke my heart.

"Where else would I go?" I asked her.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you the big surprise, dear," she said, almost humorously, as though a light could spark in her brown eyes.

I didn't like that. I had to know where I was going. The unknown scared the crap out of me. I wasn't about to take that chance. I'd take my chances here.

"You stay and your family and friends will continue to feel your presence and be miserable. They won't be able to move on. You won't be able to move on," she informed me like she was warning me of what could happen in the future. "You will turn into an angry and bitter...worse...a vengeful ghost and kill. You will kill, Melinda, and that isn't you. You will hurt the people you love."

"I can handle it," I told her. "I won't kill anyone. I don't do that. I've never done that. No offense I just don't even know who you are. Or what you are and I'm not about to follow that."

"Tessa," she smiled. "And I think you know what I am."

I frowned. A reaper? "The actual Grimm Reaper? I mean I thought they were like old, ugly,-"

"Black cloaks, skeletons, and a scythe attached to his hip?" Tessa supplied for me.

I nodded.

She chuckled, "Well, we do come in all sorts of shapes and sizes. I just thought my form looked more…appealing to a college junior."

I swallowed hard, nodding. "Thanks for not freaking me out. Well, it was nice to meet you Tessa, and thank you for the offer of going to the creepy unknown, but…I think I'm staying here."

Tessa frowned, not liking my answer. I couldn't leave them, not just yet. That wasn't fair.

"If that is what you want," Tessa said.

I nodded at her. "It is," I said. I was firm and I wasn't changing my mind. I couldn't leave them. And why did I have to die?

"Very well," Tessa gave me a final nod and suddenly she disappeared, leaving me alone with my family marching to the EMT ambulances with my body now covered in a black bag.

I soon found myself standing in my girlfriend's and mine's apartment. It was pretty close to the school. I'd drifted to her, feeling some sort of attachment still towards her. I would have followed my parents, but I felt like there was something I had to see. I didn't like the look she had staring down at my dead body on the grass. That had been unpleasant and burning at the back of my mind. The poor girl was frantic. She was rummaging quickly through our dresser, taking every piece of clothing she could find, silently freaking out as I watched with the hurt slowly burning my soul away.

"Kat…." I whispered, and then narrowed my eyes at her as she paused. Froze dead. Katherine breathed in and then she breathed out, seeing her breath against the mirror.

"No…no, I killed you, I killed you!" she screamed. "Go away!" she pushed the drawer shut tight, knocking down our picture of us together at one Halloween party with shot glasses in our hands. We'd just turned twenty-one, legal age to drink, and we were celebrating. Another semester done. I think that's when we had scored high scores on our psychology test, which was NOT easy and every one of our friends made fun of us for studying in the library every night instead of partying out all night. That was a happy moment. What the hell happened to us?

I widened my eyes at her screaming. That was when the pounding on the door came and she looked over at it wide-eyed like a scared little child. Oh, Kat. Why? I thought, the burning thought brimming my mind for answers.

"Kat! It's me Jason," he said. Kat swallowed hard, and looked at the mirror and over her shoulder, fear fresh in her green eyes. I waved my hand in front of her face, but she saw right through me. I wasn't even there in her eyes. I was officially dead. She'd pushed me over that ledge. I looked over as she quickly regained self-composure and opened up the door of our apartment to let Jason in.

Jason was a friend of ours from childhood. He was a good friend to us. He wanted to be an entertainment lawyer.

"Tell me you didn't do it?" Jason pleaded. I eyed his tall muscular stance. He had brown messy hair that matched his brown eyes and a strong but kind face. I'd always thought he was cute, like Sean from Boy Meets World kind of look.

"I-it, it-it was an ac-accident," Kat stuttered frantically in between hysterics.

I frowned. Not with that look I saw five minutes ago, I thought bitterly.

"So tell the police that," Jason said as if it should be no problem. Katherine looked up at him with watery green eyes, like she wanted to cry.

"I c-can't," she stammered.

"Yes you can," Jason said, giving her a small smile that didn't quite match his boyish dimples he had that I'd fallen for maybe once or twice. "They'll believe you."

She shook her head. "I can't tell them because….I…I was glad it happened," she swallowed hard.

I arched an eyebrow and felt like a punch to my gut had just knocked me over and my world turned upside down.

"Glad?" Jason asked in pure shock that riveted from his voice.

"So that I can have you all to myself," Kat said, reaching up to run her delicately, French-manicured fingernails through the short tendrils of hair against his neck. He looked surprised a bit then shocked but then he seemed to like the idea too.

I frowned.

"Is that the only reason?" he asked.

"Well…." Kat cringed. "Remember those SAT scores?'

"Like from a million years ago?" Jason asked.

"The very ones. See, I got into Stanford, but Mel didn't. I snuck into the office and changed her scores so that she could get in to be with me in the same school. I mean I'd feel so bad if she didn't get in and have to go to a community college. I mean that's so ugh! Right? But anyway, I did it because I was a good friend and wanted her to be with us. The Three Amigo's! We're inseparable! We can't be apart from each other. That's like breaking up the Beatles. And look how devastating that was? But, honestly," she paused, eyes suddenly glowering. Even her tone of voice changed. Darkness and jealousy spilled out before she could stop herself. "I didn't think she'd get head over heels for you too, especially when you kissed her back."

Everything inside of me felt frozen and guilty. I was trying to tell Kat the truth before I died about what Jason and I had done recently and I didn't mean to kiss him too. It just happened. I had no idea that Kat loved him too.

"Yeah…that just sort of happened…. Wait are you jealous?"

Kat's cheeks formed a rosy hue over them. "Yeah…guilty."

Jason smirked down at her. "It was an accident. To be honest, I thought you two had something going on," Jason chuckled, making Kat smack him in the chest to quit it. His laughter died down and the apartment became silent again.

I was swallowing irately, trying to push my anger down as far as I could, but struggled internally as I watched the two of them together betray me.

"Anyway, she was going to the authorities to tell the truth of what I did and I just couldn't let that happen, not after all the hard years of work she put into," Kat continued her rationalization of why she just let my death happen. My head was spinning. Not literally like the Exorcist movie, I was surprised to be honest….

"And, so, it just sort of happened. I accidentally shoved her out the window, maybe even subconsciously…" Kat said. "Truth be told, she was kind of getting kind of on my nerves."

I gaped at her. What?! First we're inseparable now we're not?

"Been hanging out with that Alison chick too much," Jason shook his head, meaning it as a teasing manner.

My gaze at them dropped to the floor at the mention of the new girl that just transferred to college to finish her degree. I bit my lip sadly. Katherine had been apart of the welcoming committee and she helped Alison find her way around the school. She had been hanging out with her a lot, while I was left alone.

"But seriously, you have to tell the police what happened, Kat. It was an accident, that's all."

"I'm not a minor anymore, Jace," she said. "I'm a grown adult and I made a mistake. I can't erase it. I will go to jail. Goodbye future. Goodbye everything that we've ever worked so hard for. I can't let all that hard work go to waste, can you?"

"So what do you suggest?" Jason asked, after he took everything she said that seemed to make sense.

"I say we run," Kat said. "We run far away and don't look back."

"Ok, Scar, but we still have senior year to complete," Jason frowned. "That'd be a little suspicious if we just took off."

Kat sighed, "Good point. Ok. New plan. We tell the cops it was just an accident. Because that's all it was. You saw the whole thing. Maybe that'll work."

Jason nodded in non-violent agreement there. "Right. Because that's all it was. It was just an accident."

"We finish senior year and then share our life together just the way we've always wanted to. Deal?" Kat asked.

Jason's lips curled into a real smile and stepped in closer. "Deal," he leaned his head down to match her height so he could press his lips onto hers.

And as he pressed his lips onto hers, I suddenly threw the picture that had fallen on our dresser at them, narrowly missing Kat's arm at the closed door. They both froze as the glass of the picture frame shattered at my enraged feelings burning up my ghostly form.

"Did you just see that?" Jason asked. "You don't….you don't think she's here do you?"

Kat's fleeting green eyes scanned the entire apartment, missing me every time. "No. Don't be silly Jason. Ghosts don't exist. It was just the, uh….wind."

I huffed angrily and fought my bitterness as my burning desire coursed through me at how the family I've created had betrayed me like that.

"Yeah, right, we should go," Jason said, gripping Kat's hand tight within his warm fingers.

Seeing his fingers thread through hers, sparked another bought of fiery anger inside of me and I screamed, enraged, using all of the anger I had and jumped up in the air. I didn't know I could do this, but I didn't care. I let it engulf me and let me take flight. I just kept going like a wild banshee and flew on top of Jason and dug my nails into his skin, ripping apart.

"Jason!" Kat screamed. "Oh my God. Stop! Stop this! Mel, if this is you stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I did this," she sobbed over and over and her words became more slurred together as though she were a drunken mess. She may as well be right now. I grimaced, feeling slightly bad about that, just slightly.

"You could have just told me!" I yelled (even if she couldn't hear me because she couldn't see me) as I tore Jason's chest to shreds. He let out a chortling scream that screeched our ears and ended up crying in pain that seemed to sting me, causing me to pause at what I was doing. I was killing him. I stopped short, froze at what I was doing, and looked at Kat worriedly as she cradled him in her arms.

"Help!" she cried, calling out to anyone who would help her nearly dead boyfriend on the ground. "I need help!"

I looked at my hands shakily and stumbled back. I almost killed him. Oh God….I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I repeated over and over in my head. Are you? An evil little cruel inner voice taunted me and I tried to shove it back in my head as far as I could as tears brimmed my eyes. I almost killed him. I ran to the back of the room and sat in the corner, pulling my knees up, and hugged them, wishing that I did take Tessa's offer. Please get me out of here! I internally screamed, hoping that someone…anyone would help me move on….

"Tessa, where are you?" I pleaded. But all I got in return was silence.