Hello everyone! I forgot to write it in here so I do it now! Lol, yeah. I just got this idea while listening to SPN inspired songs and wanted to write it down, so I did and here is the first chapter! Sorry if there are any mistakes and typos, I'm horrible in English and these days it's really bad. Anyway, please, leave a review if possible, I'd love to hear a feedback from you, it always helps a lot. Also I'd like to let you know, that I will try update as soon as posible, but I might disappear on 6-8 weeks due rl hospital stay. Thank you for reading this and please, stay in touch with it by following the story so you know when there's an update!
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Yours always awkward,
Channey
My eyes shot open. Strong light upon completely blinded me and I had to cover those eyes with my arm. Immediately as I moved, I could feel the soreness everywhere on me. What happened? I asked myself, but for some reason, my head was completely empty. Thoughts were racing through my head, but none of them had answers I needed. I buried fingers in the cold but very soft ground and forced myself to sit up. I was sitting in wet grass, trees everywhere around. It was quiet, birds weren't singing, it was just me in the forest. But why? For what reason? Then something appeared in my head. One simple question. Who the hell am I?
I slowly stood up, the world around me started to spin, making my stomach twist. I leaned against the closest tree, closing my eyes again and taking a deep breath in. The fresh and cold nature smell slowly calmed my stomach down and I soon could normally stand and move. My fingers slipped in my back pockets. There was a long forgotten tissue, keys what looked like they belong to a pretty old car. Then I found another key, just this time it was with a number and a small round motel key chain. Days Inn Glendive.
„Great." I whispered to myself, not recognizing my own voice and putting all those things back where they belonged. This all was so weird. How can I forget who am I? And how did I get here? I was so confused and needed answers. Like NOW. My eyes scanned the forest again, looking for a path or anything to catch up on and go in that direction. I took another deep breath in, trying to look for footsteps in the wet soil and I was lucky, because a second after I found them. Small but visible footsteps to the place I woke up. Now I just followed them, hoping in the best.
I walked for some time, before founding an almost empty parking lot with just one and only car. Bright red old Ford Galaxie from the year 1966. Strange, I thought, I remember this car but not my own name. This can't get any better. I tried the key, the lock clicked and I was allowed to get in, but I didn't. Not yet. I was looking for some information about the person I was. I opened the front storage box and things got even weirder. There was a GPS, a small black box with seven different mobile phones, a big silver knife, another box with so many fake IDs with different names, including FBI and CIA and in leather wrapped journal. I took it out, flipping through the pages, reading those notes written by hand writing I knew I've seen before, just couldn't remember and classify. My reading was interrupted by loud phone vibrations. I tried to find the phone in the black box, but it wasn't from there. I quickly hopped in the car, leaning in the back and reaching hand for a dark grey duffle black. Under all that clean clothes I finally found the phone and with a deep breath accept the call.
„U-uhm, hello?" I started, feeling my heart pounding hard and my hands got sweaty.
„Hey, Riley! It's Bucky, Bucky Sims. I just wanted you to know, that Asa Fox died. We hunted a vampire with him and your dad helped us a lot, remember?" A vampire? My dad? What? Who died?
„Y-yeah?"
„Well, if you want to come and you're not too busy, there will be a service and everyone is coming. Wait, I'll give you the address. Hey, Elvis!" There was some shouting in the background I couldn't understand. I was still trying to go over the vamp thing while patiently waited for Bucky to talk to me again.
„...ang on, I'm calling to the Watson's kid! Okay, I'm back, sorry. It's Emerson, Manitoba, Canada. You got that, kid?"
„Emerson, Manitoba, Canada. Yeah." I repeated, burning that place inside my mind so I won't forget it. I crawled back in the front seat with the phone on my shoulder, while writing it down into the GPS I found just couple minutes ago. I also found out I'm in Montana. Hell, how did I get here?
„Fine, hope I'll see you there! Haven't seen you in a while." With that he hung up and I was all alone again.
„Canada it is then." I said to myself again, bringing the Galaxie's engine to life. A nice and happy purr came out of the car and I immediately fell in love with that sound.
With a satisfied "I've just found out my name" smile on my lips I headed on a more frequented road. My first stop was the Inn I (At least the key said that) was accommodated in. Riley Watson. In Montana. With an old car. Why did this happen?
Twenty minutes later I parked the car and found my room. It was on the second floor, number 28 with a "Don't interrupt" sign. With a deep breath I stepped in. There was a big bed, double king sized one, a simple table, closet, TV, another door to the bathroom. Nothing strange about the furniture, but the mess was terrible. Everywhere were pieces of clothing, plaids, shirts, socks and even a bra and panties. The wall with bed against it was half covered in pictures and newspaper articles about deaths and disappears. The rest from the wall was laying all over the floor. It looked like someone went through my things and even tho I had no idea what this all meant, it made me angry. What were they looking for?
„Darn it." I said out loud, my weird voice filled the empty and quiet room and started to clean up. While I was putting all those pictures and string cobwebs in a basket, I realized what was wrong with my voice. I was talking with an accent, with an accent that sounds like if British and American ones had a baby. „So I'm what...a british American?" I tried again, frowning but accepting the odd truth. Was there even a way I can find out who the hell am I? More questions appeared, less answers existed.
After I finally finished making the room look a bit prettier, I headed to the bathroom. As soon as I walked in, my eyes locked on a bathroom mirror. This was me? That kid in the mirror was me? I was so young, I couldn't be older than 19 and to be honest, I wasn't beautiful. Not at all. That young woman in there had cold brown and short messy hair with wavy knots, it looked like she didn't brush her head for years. Her eyes, very light blue with greyish bits looked so tired, with red circles under them. Across her right eyebrow was an old scar, splitting it into two pieces, but there were more of those little scars, all over her face actually. Her clothes... oh god, covered in dirt and...is that dry blood?! I couldn't believe this was me. Riley Watson was this killer in the mirror. My heart was racing as I tried to get those clothes off me. I refused to believe the picture I saw in there. That couldn't be me.
I stayed in the shower for a long long time, water got cold, but I was still sitting down there with closed eyes and sobs in my chest. I was pushing them far back, now wasn't time for crying, right? I had to stand up, face that picture in the mirror again and then to say good bye to someone I can't remember. I clenched my teeth and stood up, turning the water off and getting out of the shower. I wrapped my body like a burrito in a big white towel and looked at myself again, taking a shaky breath in.
„Okay, Riley. Let's do this." I whispered to myself, getting bathroom essentials into a small toiletry bag I found back in the room and then went to find something clean to wear. I found a simple black shirt, clean pair of socks and dark brown jeans which I decided would do. I also noticed blue plaid in the bottom of my duffle back and took that out too. When I was changing into those jeans I found, I noticed what my body was like. Small, petite, with really tiny chest and bones sticking everywhere.
„What the hell..." I started to notice more and more things, like freckles on my shoulder and a lot of old and new bruises, scars and scratches. I looked on my forearms; they were covered in small but easily visible cuts, old, new, long forgotten ones...all of kinds. What could have done this? Was I tortured or something? This wasn't normal. They were all so similar, so frequent... it almost looked like...I did it to myself.
„Bloody hell," There were tears in my eyes suddenly, that horrible strong feeling I couldn't identify was consuming me from the inside and I couldn't escape anywhere. I stood up. And just stood there, trying to fight all those tears and emotions away. And I did quite well and after I finished changing and packing my things, I headed with a full travel bag on my left shoulder and a smaller leather satchel on the other one down to the receptionist. I had to give away my keys before driving away.
„Have you enjoyed your stay, madam?" An old lady asked right after I finally got down to the main room.
„M-me? Oh, yes. Thank you, it was very nice." Forced smile ran across my face.
„Good! Here's your passport and visa, you left it in here when you arrived." She gave me a small plastic bag with those two things inside and I stared at it for a second before finally taking it and shaving it in the satchel.
„Thank you very much and have a nice day." I smiled one more time and with her wishing me a happy journey I exited the Inn. It was quite early, maybe something around eleven in the morning, I wasn't sure. I threw the travel bag into the trunk, satchel taking with me on the front seat.
„ Emerson, Manitoba, Canada, Here we go." And with that I started the beautiful Galaxie I was proud of and followed the GPS' orders. There were seven hours of driving ahead, maybe in that time I will remember.
