Hello there, ladies, gentlemen, and others. Allow me to explain this fanfic and give credit where credit is deserved before beginning. I got the idea for this story after reading the wonderful pacifica25's short story with the same title. It was, like this one, quite short, but absolutely fantastic. She may or may not be continuing the story. So, I'll put a link to her profile right here and a link to her story over here. (I'm not very tech savvy. Please let me know if that didn't actually work the way I meant it to.) She's fantastic, make sure to check her out.
I do not own the idea, OC, or most of the dialogue in this story.
I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it. How could I say that? What kind of a horrible person was I that I was capable of putting that on someone.
She lowered her head to hide from me, but I could tell she was crying. She never cried, and a wave of guilt washed over me just seeing the gentle trembling of her shoulders.
"I know… I hate me too, but don't worry. I'll kill myself someday, I promise."
No no no no no no I must've heard wrong. I. Must. Have. Heard. Her. Wrong. She couldn't be thinking like this.
She was talking again, but I couldn't hear a word. Everything was silent, except for a roaring in my head.
I can't imagine the strength it took her to look up and hold my gaze.
"I'm sorry you had to suffer my existence." No, please, let me make this right.
"But don't worry." Something glints in her hand, just a little.
"You won't have to anymore." The glinting something, the knife, plunges into her side.
I rush forward, catching her before she hits the ground, screaming for Sam or Castiel to get help.
"You can't die like this, you just can't. Please don't die like this," I beg. If she can meet my eyes, she refuses to.
I've already decided. If she dies, I'm going to follow her.