Hello everyone! I just started this story and I'm pretty excited about it. Just as a warning to those with sensitive stomachs, there is some mention of throwing up in this chapter. I know, right? What better way to start off a story than with some puking. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Most of Leah's waking hours were spent imagining she was somewhere else. Even as a child she had always dreamed of venturing into her favorite books, movies, and TV shows. These mythical, fantastical, and adventure-filled worlds made her feel like she belonged; a feeling that was quite rare in her waking life. She spent a great deal of her childhood glued to the TV, as her parents and grandparents showed her new worlds to explore. Leah did have real friends as a child; though it was sometimes hard for her to make friends, considering how quiet and reserved she could be.

Then Leah met Elizabeth and Christine, who loved their fantasy worlds as much as Leah loved hers. Liz and Chris became the sisters Leah never had. They even grew to think of each other's siblings as their own brothers and sisters. Even their parents became part of this misfit family. From 12 to 23 these girls were 'The Three Musketeers' (a name affectionately given to them by their parents). They grew together from awkward, pimple-faced 12 year-old's, to confident, ambitious young women. But not Leah. It seemed Leah was destined for great hardship, and would spend years trying to cope with the loss of her mother.
She would watch Liz and Chris move forward with their lives while she sat frozen, in silence, trying desperately to shut out the pain she felt. She usually hid it very well, which somehow made her even more sad. Couldn't anyone see that she was suffering? Did anyone even care? But sometimes there would be days when Leah would forget about her pain and her loss; days that she blissfully felt nothing at all. She could, if only for a moment, forget about what she witnessed. On those days, she could just be happy.

It was January 29th, Christine's birthday. Today was one of the few days a year that Leah, Liz, and Chris could be together again and Leah tried to cherish every moment. Though, she couldn't help the feelings of jealousy that quietly crept into her heart.
Chris was always the most ambitious of the 3 and was doing very well for herself. She had a show on the radio and was well known for her video game reviews. She was an avid cosplayer, had lots of friends, and was very beautiful. Leah hated herself for being so jealous of Chris, but she seemed to have everything while Leah had nothing.

As the night went on, Leah felt more and more detached from her friends and the festivities. She desperately wanted to go home and escape into her own world, with the help of some narcotics of course. She eyed her purse as conversation and laughter buzzed around her. She thought about resisting for a moment, but she found herself lonely in a crowded room; the worst kind of loneliness, in Leah's opinion. So she took hold of her purse that rested beside her and made her way to the bathroom. When she got up, Liz asked, "Could you grab me a can of coke when you come back, please?" The drawn out 'ease' filtered through Liz's teeth as she forced her grin wider, while the feigned innocence twinkled in her eyes.
"Yeah, sure," Leah called over her shoulder. Liz's faint 'thank you' echoed in the TV room as Leah turned the corner and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Leah stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

She silently shuffled over to the sink and turned the tap on. As she waited for it to get cold, she opened her purse and unzipped one of the small pockets inside. Leah pulled out 3 pills, one 15 milligrams of morphine (which resembled a birth control pill), and two Tylenol 3's.
"Two for now, one for later," she mumbled to herself as she threw all 3 into her mouth. The Tylenol was fast acting and would give her a good, happy buzz in about 20 minutes. These would keep her going until the morphine kicked in. The morphine was a slow release and usually took about an hour to take effect. But once it did it would last her the rest of the night.
She cupped her hands under the faucet and brought it to her lips. As she let the water spill into her mouth, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She turned the faucet off and gazed at her reflection for a moment. Leah felt too much at once and she had to make it stop. Sadness, anger, regret, contempt, loneliness, and fear. Leah was covered in darkness and the green and white pills were her only way into the light. At least, that's what she told herself when she swallowed them.

Leah was usually very good at not mixing alcohol (or too much alcohol) with the pills, but tonight was different. Once the morphine kicked in, she already had a few beers in her system. Drinking games were played and shots were consumed as the night went on, and Leah was having fun. It wasn't until her vision started to blur that she realized that something was wrong. She suddenly dropped her pool cue and felt her legs give out. She was fighting hard to stay conscious, but her eyes were extremely heavy. She remembered seeing Chris and Liz's frightened faces and their hands reaching out to her, but she couldn't feel their skin on hers. She tried to keep her eyes open like they told her to, but eventually they forced themselves closed.

For a moment Leah floated through nothingness. It was like having a dreamless sleep; though, this felt a thousand times deeper, and strangely empty. When she woke, Leah, who was expecting to see the faces of her family and friends, instead saw the faces of two men. Two men that she knew a great deal about, but had never met before. She opened her mouth to speak, but vomit came out instead. She quickly turned to the side and emptied her stomach onto the slightly damp asphalt.

"Aahh, gross," Dean exclaimed as he took a step back.
"Do you guys have any kleenex?" Leah asked softly before spitting out the saliva that gathered in her mouth. Dean silently retrieved a roll of toilet paper from the car and tossed it over to Sam, who handed it to Leah. Leah blew her nose a few times and wiped her watery eyes, before turning back to face them.
"Are you alright?" Sam asked as she turned back around. No response came and Leah just stared up at them with eyes as wide as saucers. When she didn't answer, Sam opened his mouth to speak again. Leah watched intently as she waited for more words to tumble out of his mouth. As if it might be the proof she needed to know for certain that this was real.
"What's your name?" he asked softly.
"Leah," she replied instinctively.
"Nice to meet you Leah, I'm Sam, and this is my brother, Dean."

Thank you for reading! Chapter 2 is on the way, so stay tuned ;)