Summary: I know there are no monsters here, but when branches outside the window move, when the wind creeps under the door, sometimes, I swear there are. Jess when she died. ONESHOT

Shadows

Shadows aren't supposed to hurt people. They are an image on the ground; they are just an absence of light.

Shadows are not supposed to move by themselves. Shadows are not supposed to creep up on you in the dead on night and throttle you.

I know there are no monsters here, not in the dark. But when I see the branches outside the window move, when the wind creeps under the door, sometimes, I swear there are.

It's not like I ever believed in monsters, not since I was three and I made my dad check under the bed every night just to be sure nothing was there.

Mum used to say to me, "Don't be silly Jess, there's no such thing as monsters."

I guess if you say something enough, people start to think it's true.

Whenever Sam is away I stay inside at night, I lock the doors and huddle under the blankets. Holding them close like a shield.

My way of reassuring myself that nothing is there. When the lights are out, sometimes I feel safe, and other times I want to run and hide.

My instincts are good in general. I knew that dad was coming in before he got home the day we decided to sneak out when I was thirteen.

I knew when teachers were going to pick on me before they did. I knew how to talk to kids and when they were upset. I have always relied on instinct.

Funny the way it lets you down the second you might actually need it.

I thought it would be a normal night. I even baked for Sam before he got home.

I wanted everything to be normal. I can still felt the tension Sam and Dean left here, even now, hours later.

I put the biscuits on my favourite plate and wrote a note to Sam. Even as I wrote those words, It was watching me, It knew where I was, what I was doing.

And I had no idea it was there, or that it existed, I was ignorant, and I paid the price for my ignorance.

I grabbed me from behind, around my waist. I thought it was Sam first, thought he was home.

But his touch is gentle, this, it hurt.

The next thing I knew I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe.

I still can't, I'm looking down on the bed.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

Sam, oh please, Sam help me.

Pain, little dots dancing in my eyes. I can't see, I can barely breathe. Sam!

It's laughing, who could laugh at pain? Who could find pleasure in tragedy?

Then it struck me, I was going to die. I don't want to die. I want to live my life; I want to see Sam again. I want to finish college and have kids and get a job.

I want to live. I want to live. I want to live.

I can hear Sam's voice, see his smile. Did he know I could die like this? Will he believe what he sees when he comes home and finds me on the ceiling?

I didn't plan on dieing this way. I wanted to die in my loved one's arms, from old age or something, but never attached to a ceiling.

I don't want to die.

Please, someone, hear my thoughts, and come to save me…

But for once I realise, I am alone, alone in the dark…

With monsters and shadows that aren't supposed to be there.

Then the pain stops, and it all slides away and the only thing I can think about it Sam…

And how much I love him.

If only I could see your face one more time Sam, my love….if only I could die knowing I'm not alone.

The last thing I saw hear is Sam coming in the door…

Forgive me Sam; you should never have seen this.

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OK guys, here it is, another one-shot. What do you think? I cried when I wrote it, but that's just me. Please please please REVIEW if you want more one-shots coming your way. Keep Smilin' and reviewin' :) Deana aka ShadowMayne.