I'm not livin' a normal life anymore.

I don't own supernatural or hetalia I only own the oc's.

I was running through a blackened alley way. My heart beating franticly in my chest. My blue/white eyes closed and non-visible over tears blocking their view. My coat caught onto a bin that was invisible in the darkness. My only thought's were Why did this happen? and Why now of all times?. I was to absorbed in my own thought's I didn't notice the dead-end in the alley way Oh no this is it I'm done for my brain told me. I crossed my eyes in frustration and turned around and started looking for another exit when all of a sudden torches were in my view and I knew I was dead if I didn't do something. I made the batteries die in the torches and ran like the devil himself was after me. I found a abandoned house with boarded up windows it was huge and dole but it would have to do, the inside wasn't much better it had mould in some places, you could feel the dampness in the air and to top things off it was freezing. I sighed and found the way to the bedroom to find a seemly comfy bed, fell on top of it and went to sleep instantly. `Get up you lazy thing you' `five more minutes mom' `no Pearl you have to get up now we have to go to mass ' `mom I hate mass why can't I stay here like pa?' `no is no and no you can't stay here with Richard he has files to finish' `but mom' `no buts get changed and come downstairs for breakfast we're leaving in a few minutes' ` ah fine' I got up shook my head and went to my wardrobe I found a nice top which was black and had red splashes on it to look like blood, purple skinny jeans and white socks I put my navy converse on in a hurry, combed my thick black hair with purple and red highlights and went downstairs and had breakfast with my mom, dad and baby brother Dave. My eyes opened suddenly, I looked around the room to find out I was still in the abandoned house from last night I shook my head in getting what happened last night out of my head and started to wonder Why I had a dream about my family before this crazy shit began. I carried myself out of the bed and ran my fingers through my hair and sighed I haven't washed my hair in a week and I felt icky and grimy because of it. I closed my eyes and remembered what my mom used to always cook for breakfast. `mom can I have chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast please' I asked from the comfy, cushiony coach where I was watching t.v mom shook her head and smiled `yeah you can and don't watch that rubbish' as she pointed to the television programme about the supernormal `mom it's not rubbish, it's interesting' I told her. Mom shook her head again `but you know that that's (she pointed to the t.v) is not real' `mom you never know it could be real' I told her with determination and excitement in my voice. I reopened my eyes and let the burden that was on my heart to reopen I started to shack and I felt tears falling down my face. oh how I wish that damn day never happened. I then wondered if I would ever see my family again and that's what scared me.