She lived in a grand castle, high up on a podium and people admired her from far and wide. No wait, thats what she wanted to believe. Yet really she was stuck at the bottom, sniffing and snorting at all hours of the day. The only company she had was the drugs she craved. Yes she had sunk so low as to need to take the vile stuff every single day, just for a release. If only something could help snap her back to her senses before she killed herself.
After a night of heavy snorting Kimberly Winchester just wanted to sleep. The person banging on the door objected to that. She sneezed loudly and woke up. She looked around at her surroundings and found herself in the grubby room that was her kitchen. She had passed out in the early hours of the morning and had lay there on the filthy lino. She wiped at her face to remove the dirt, feeling the imprints of the floor imprinted into her face. She sat up quickly and held her head in pain, swaying slightly she grabbed onto a counter to help her up, not trusting her own feet to keep her balanced. Her head span as all thoughts of the condition she was in were pushed to the back of her mind, her addiction taking its place. She stumbled sleepily through her flat,trying to find her bag.
Wanting her next fix.
She cursed to herself as her arm caught on a table leg. Ignoring the pain, she crawled along the floor,trying to find her bag. Another set of raps echoed around the empty flat and she found herself shouting. Losing where she was for just a minute was horrifying and she banged her head against the hard back of the sofa. She sat on the floor,dazed and tearful. These soon quenched as she saw the bundle under a cushion. Relief washed over her and she picked it up quickly, scared something would take it away from her. Suddenly another series of raps filled her ears.
"Just wait a minute." She shouted, her voice hoarse. She checked what she was wearing, making sure it was suitable before pacing to the wooden door. She fumbled with the poorly built latch and began to struggle to open it. She had always had trouble with that door. Suddenly it sprang open,hitting her knee and causing her to gasp in pain.
"I've already told you. I'm gonna pay the rent soon."Kim mumbled,rubbing her sore limb.
"Do I look like the landlord to you?" She heard the rough voice and snapped her head up.
"Dean?"She questioned, staring at her brother closely before snapping her hand out as if to slap him. He caught the blow before it reached its destination and smiled at her.
"What was that for?" He asked, letting go of her arm slightly. Kim pulled her arm back before setting her gaze at him.
"Well I was checking to see if you were real, because you always catch me out. It's been years and for all I know you could be a shape shifter, or worse."
"Well I see you've never let your guard down. Dad taught you well." Dean watched his sisters face at the mention of their father before letting the thought slip from his mind.
"What do you want from me?" Kim declared the statement,knowing full well that Dean wasn't at her apartment for a friendly meeting.
"We shouldn't talk about such private things in front of the neighbors." Dean indicated with his head and Kim glanced at what he was looking at and saw Marsha Dawn standing in the hallway. The old women had never gotten on with Kim,finding every reason she could to blame Kim for everything, from milk going missing to letters not arriving. Kim grimaced as she stared at Marsha.
"Don't think I don't know what you do in that room. Holding parties, sniffing drugs, holding orgies. Its vile. I'm on to you."Marsha's quiet voice said and Kim could barely hear the elder from where she was stood. Kim felt pity for the old woman,living on her own for many years must have took its strain. She watched as Marsha pointed at Kim several times before shambling back into her apartment.
"Orgies Kim? Sounds interesting." Deans laugh filled the hallway before Kim roughly shoved him into her own apartment.
The siblings were sat in the small living room,discussing business.
"So you're telling me this place was actually haunted?"Dean asked, playing with his cellphone.
"Nothing serious. Just the ghost of a woman playing tricks on the guests. You know hiding things."
"The whole poltergeist act then?"Dean smirked.
"Uh huh. The owner of the place. He said that if I got rid of it I would get one of the best apartments ever."Kim looked around the room,noting the broken fireplace and cracked wall. "Didn't last long. I stayed too long and he chucked me into this heap."
"Sucks to be you doesn't it?"
"So why you here Dean?"Kim asked, wanting to change the conversation away from her.
"You know I forgot it. Give me a minute."
"I know you're actually pissed at me right now. You're just hiding it behind that fake charade you play."Kim looked at Dean again, watching his expression to show signs of weakness.
"You know me too well then." He replied, shrugging off the comment.
"I think I know you enough to know that you wont say how you really feel so I have to do it for you. Shows how emotionally damaged you are."
"Hey that hurt. And who says I'm not strong. I came down here to see you and drag you into helping my ass didn't I?"
"Wait,what?" Was her reply.
"You heard me. Kim, I need your help right now." Dean lent forward in his seat,looking at her with a serious face. Dad was on a hunt and he hasn't come back."
"Scared the big bad monster ate him are you?"Kim snarled.
"Yeah I guess. So you going to help?"
"No, he's probably just drank himself into a coma or something."
"Why would you say that Kim. He's still your father."
"No he's not. According to the records Alfie Parker is. It said that he lost his child in the house fire that took his wife. But that couldn't have happened could it. And whats with the fire mysteriously striking when i was six. Sounds similar doesn't it Dean." Kim looked away from him, turning her whole body in the chair and drawing her knees to her chest.
"Dad still raised you Kim. He was the only father present in your life so Don't bring this up again."Dean relaxed slightly, noticing how fragile his sister looked right now.
"Well maybe he should of told me sooner. And maybe he should actually have told me, not let me find out for myself." Kim closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, hoping to stop her voice from trembling.
"This is a total chic flick moment. Can we stop?" Dean hoped the humor in his comment would help ease the tension in the air.
"Yeah I guess. I'm surprised you held it out that long. So where we headed first?" She smiled slightly and Dean knew she was fine.
"Just get your ass in gear and we can get out of here."Dean stood from his chair and began to walk to the door.
"Where are you going? Its going to take me a hell of a time to get ready. I'm a women for Christs sake."
"I was going for some coffee, You want?" Dean walked out of the apartment, head held high. Kim just stared at where he'd been.
One hour and two coffees later Kim was finally ready.
"Can we go yet?" Dean asked impatiently,sitting in the doorway of the now clean apartment.
"Just a sec." Kim shouted through the door. She had been in the bathroom for the past half hour and Dean was wondering what she was doing in there. If he had seen the sight of his younger sister taking heroin he would have been shocked. Inside Kim was stood by the mirror, looking at her reflection. She reached out the small bag from her pocket. She unwrapped the elastic band keeping the powder in. Slowly she took some out and rubbed it along her gum line. Feeling relief she lent her head against the mirror. She let herself have just a minute for the reaction of the hit she had craved for before re-doing the bag and checking over her reflection. She hoped Dean wouldn't notice her enlarged pupils. Breathing slowly she let herself out of the bathroom.
"Guess who finally decided to come away from the mirror." Dean smiled his trademark smile before letting his expression change to that of concern. "You look weird. Somethings wrong?" He stood up to look closer.
"Please Don't notice. Please." She thought to herself.
Oh its just your face. Nothing to worry about."
"Funny!"Kim coughed before slapping Dean lightly. In response he grabbed at her hair,tugging strands of it.
"Dean i finally worked out what your brain focuses on. And this isn't in any particular order. . Lets see. Beer, guns, hunting, licking Dads arse, girls,the impala, more beer,girls and how the impalas doing." Kim laughed at her own joke.
"That sums it up then. Can we go now?" Dean grabbed her suitcase before walking away,Kim on his heel.
They walked in silence to where the 1967 Chevy Impala was parked.
"And I thought you would have got rid of it."Kim looked at the car before running a hand over its surface. She in fact loved the car a lot.
"Well would you get in. I'm itching to get on the road again."
"Dean its not even been that long."Kim looked at her brothers impatient face before laughing.
"Get in before i make you ride in the boot." At his words Kim jumped into the passenger seat before looking back at what she called her home.
"Its a change i guess." She stated, more to herself than anyone else.
Because it would be a big change. One that could go from better to worse in a matter of seconds.
A.n - So another chapter. And im going to tell you how I update. When i see fit really. Sometimes you might get a chapter everyday. Somedays you might have to wait a week or two. This is the last one for the week, I know that much. Its because i have lots of coursework to do seeing as I'm taking my GCSE's next year. . and then theirs my social life. That always gets in the way. So if you dont hear from me in a few weeks I havent quit the story. Just havent updated. Thanks for all. Review if you can.
