I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ANY OF THE AFFILIATED CHARACTERS.

Red, the color of hearts Chap-1

This wasn't supposed to happen... I was going to start my junior year of high school, take the SAT's and get into college. One day all of that find true love crap was going to happen, and I would live happily ever after. That, was the generic life plan, and all I wanted was to get back to it... getting stuck in a freaking parallel universe is not the "generic life plan" not by a long shot. But it was obviously my punishment for lying to my friends about having plans. But, the truth is, I didn't want to see the cheesy vampire movie, again.

So I was sitting on my bed, talking to people on Blahtherapy trying to help them solve their problems, I liked to think of it as practice for when I was a psychologist. At around 12 I went up to get a drink, the reward was a cup of chamomile and a bump on my head when I rammed into the wall, I thought I had gotten something on me from the wall, but I decided it was my imagination.

Darkness had never suited me, I trip and fall, and I also have a way overactive imagination, so I think Bloody Mary is in the bathroom mirror, and Jack the Ripper is around my corner. I was sixteen, but I was more scared than when I was six, I never had the monster under the bed problem… But now I do. As I scurried back to my room I became my usual paranoid self, checking corners and grabbing a cast iron frying pan I kept on my dresser. I swore that there was something that I couldn't see. I never wanted to find out that I was right; which I did, the next day.

I woke up next to my frying pan and computer, my phone plugged into the wall. Lowly giggling at the frying pan, I pulled myself out of bed, rushing to my sisters room to tell her about the episode of our favorite TV show I had watched the night before when I saw a small amount of a sticky crimson goo slowly seeping out from under her door; when I rushed in all I could see was this red goo all over the walls, and floors. But that was not right, her room was a sky blue, and her floor was wood. I stood in shock staring at my sister, my best friend in the whole wide world, laying on her bed, her bright fluorescent pink shirt now ripped to shreds, and stained forever by crimson. That was her favorite shirt… I thought numbly, then I snapped out of it, sure she was playing a trick on me.
"Alyssa?!" I shrieked, rushing to her, and nearly pushing her off the bed from pounding on her screaming for her to wake up. I ran to my parent's room when I couldn't take any more.
There, on the bed were my parents, twisted at odd angles, and most noticeably, dead. There was a massive amount of blood on the floor, and the bed, and their chests seemed mutilated… They looked just like my sister
"Mom?! Dad!?" I stood shocked, I had no idea what was going on... quickly I grabbed my phone and contacted the nine- one- one operator. Through my sobs I told her what happened while sitting in my living room. But then as I looked up, I realized it wasn't my living room. My parents didn't buy paintings. They framed the ones I made, but that was it. So what was a gigantic green, gold and brown tree doing staring down at me from above the TV where the clock was supposed to be?
"Honey?" the operator said calmly, snapping me back.
"Yeah? Oh, sorry." I replied wiping my face.
"I have sent a unit to your house, just wait a few minutes. Do you think that the person is still there?"
"Uhh, no. They aren't here. I think this happened hours ago." I replied. Huffing my breath. Something was very off. I kept it to myself because I was already an orphan, might as well not add mental to that.
"Okay honey, they are at your door, they are going to ring the door bell and it's okay to let them in."
I quickly complied and watched as my world fell down around me.