A/N: Hello there! This story came into being a little after three in the morning, when I decided it would be a good idea to try writing in second person. It's from Sam's point of view, and it takes place just after Swan Song (although it isn't specific at all, so you can come up with your own scenario if you want). Written with sammysmissingshoe in mind because I was messaging her and she loves hurt Sam. However, hopefully it isn't like one you've read before...as I said previously, it's in second person. Which I've never tried before. So...enjoy?
-Jaq
you smile. you smile through the blood that bubbles up through your teeth, through the jagged, broken pieces of teeth.
you smile because you know that smiling is what they don't want. they want you to scream.
you'll scream, all right. but not before you can have this one thing.
you would curse, cuss them out so badly that even Dean would raise his eyebrows, ut you know that that's letting them win.
they can't win, you tell yourself. so you smile. smile as the blood cascades down your chest, smile as the flesh is stripped from your bones over and over again.
because you can't hold off for long. you can't smile for a very long time. ah! how the days are so short lived, that they are but a mere flicker in this endless night. so you smile through the days, waiting as the red warmth creeps down, dripping down because gravity demands it.
and when you can't smile any more, you scream. you scream with all the force you can muster, as if maybe someone can hear you. stupid. screaming just makes it easier for them. but everyone breaks, fault lines appear and crack through your façade and you wonder how on earth Dean managed thirty years; you don't think you can manage thirty seconds.
but you do. thirty seconds, and the next thirty seconds, listening as your own screams echo throughout.
blood smells coppery, and you don't think you'll ever be able to look at a penny without throwing up. without remembering how the knives cut so smoothly, and the red flood started again.
if you ever make it out, that is. because you aren't sure of that, either.
A/N 2: Well, that was short and creepy and creepily second-person. I hope you liked it! If you did, please leave a review...it would make my day. I'm not sure how this turned out. Thanks so much for giving it a chance! Have a nice day.
-Jaq