Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Chapter Two
Sam stared at the harsh red line on the underside of his arm. It was a memento of the first time it had happened. It had happened the weekend before classes began, right after he had moved in. At first, he hadn't known exactly what had happened. All he could see was the blood pouring out of his arm. When he realized why, he became truly scared for one of the first times in his life.
A few weeks went by before anything unusual happened again. It was Labor Day weekend, and most of his classmates had made plans about their vacation. Sam's only plan was to hit the books as hard as he could. This time Sam was barely able to cut himself down from the makeshift noose before he suffocated.
Two days ago, the night after his final midterm, he was barely able to stop himself from freefalling from the top of his apartment building into the crowd of his cheerful schoolmates celebrating their first stress-free night.
He did not know what was happening to him. Was he doing these things to himself? He was not suicidal. He was one of the brightest students in his class at one of the top universities in the nation. Sure, he didn't really have friends, and he had alienated himself from his family by coming here. But he was finally normal. But was this really normal? Was trying to kill yourself and having no idea that you were trying to do so normal?
'No, get a grip on yourself, Sam. You are not doing this to yourself!' he screamed mentally.
'Aren't you? If not you, then who?'
'I don't know! Maybe it's something supernatural…'
'Don't kid yourself, Sammy, you left that world far behind you. You can't blame it for your problems. Stop denying the truth!'
'I AM NOT TRYING TO KILL MYSELF! AND I AM NOT CRAZY!'
However, Sam could not really believe this, especially since he was arguing with himself in such a way. He did not know what to do, so he did the only thing he could. He called the one person who had always been there for him.
"Dean, I need your help. I think I may be in trouble."
Tbc…