~Asher's POV~
Freak.
Monster.
Mistake.
These words rang throughout my head all through the entire period. Every second. Every minute. Every day. I've been constantly put down and abused that I don't even remember myself being loved. I continued to walk throughout the school debating on whether I should just leave or stay. Deciding that I see no point in staying here, I walked out of the school and made my way home. Or what's left of it.
"Hey Ash, what are you doing back from school so early?" My neighbor said. I had to admit he was fairly cute. He had short brown hair and stunning blue eyes. And with his brown skin, his eyes looks even more stunning and beautiful.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Asher Grace Winchester. I have striking black hair and grayish bluish eyes. I'm 5"3' and have pale skin. I don't consider myself ugly or gorgeous but I'm quite happy with the looks that I do have. My mother died in some freak accident. The police claims that it was a suicide, but I know what truly happened. I was there when these strange people came and cut my mother's throat. But nobody believed me. Not even my step dad. That's another reason why he abuses me everyday. He blames me for my mothers death.
I can't wait to leave this hell hole. I found out two days ago that my real dad's name was John Winchester. I also found out that I have two brothers named Dean and Sam Winchester. That's why I'm leaving. I'm going to find my real family.
Going back to reality I replied back to and continued my way walking until I reach my front porch. Quietly opening the front door, I tiptoed all the way across the living room, avoiding the beer cans and glass, and made my way to the stairs. Taking step by step, I made my way to my room and closed and locked the door. I don't need a repeat of last time. Grabbing my already packed duffel bag, I went to my bed and ripped open the mattress and took out the four hundred dollars I kept in there.
I got all this money from selling half of my dad's drug collection. I know that wasn't the smartest of things to do, but he somehow always managed to get more and more every time. Snapping back to reality, I stuffed the money into a side pocket and zipped the bag back up and placed it on my shoulder.
"Where should I go now?" Now that I think about it, I realize that I have no idea where I'll be heading. Decided that a little bit of hacking should do the trick, I got out my computer and put in Dean's phone number. I've been doing this since I was twelve when my step dad would leave for days on end and not come back. However I'm now able to track his phone to wherever he goes. Looking at Dean's gps, I see that he's now driving to some place called Cincinnati, Ohio. That's only an hour and a half away if I take the bus. I can't believe I'm actually doing this. I'm finally going to meet my real family.
Walking back down the stairs and into to the living room I grabbed my papers hidden in some vase before sprinting out the front door and down the street. After running for a couple of minutes, I started to slow down. Looking around, all I saw was pain. Everything here reminded me of bad memories. The ones that I tried my hardest to forget. Remembering where I was heading, I continued to walk until I made my way to the bus station. Looking back down at my papers I realized that my dad is 55 years old. That would make Dean and Sam 30 and 26 years old. I hope that they are together when I meet them.
Looking up from my papers, I see that my bus was here. Getting on, I pay the bus driver and make my way down to a open window seat. Putting my bag on the seat next to me, I take out my phone and earbuds and put them in my ears. I started scrolling down until I found one of my favorite song, Don't Fear The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult. Laying my head on the window, I finally realized what I was doing. I was going to find my real family. I just hope that they are willing to take me as their daughter and sister.