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Chapter 3

To say my life got any easier during the next week and half would be a complete and total lie. Not only had Chrissy been exceptionally mean to not only me but to Sarah and Talia as well but Dean was still giving me the cold shoulder. I would have tried to talk to him if he hadn't been so pre-occupied with Amanda. Even Sam seemed to be too wrapped up in the feeling of belonging somewhere as his popularity grew to notice that I was having a hard time.

"I even got to be captain for soccer in gym and Barry said it was the only time he had ever been picked first for anything," Sam chatted excitedly with Dean as we walked towards the school I was starting to detest.

I stared at my shoes and kicked the random pebble here or there as I trailed behind them though I suppose they wouldn't have even noticed if I wasn't here at all. I liked to think I had thick skin. That I was able to just brush off everything that was being said to me or to ignore the whispers I heard as I walked down the hallway but after listening to it day after day and having no escape even back at the motel room I was at my breaking point.

Three more days. I had to keep repeating that to myself, there were only three more days left in this horrible school and then we would leave. I almost wanted to start counting down the hours until I heard the familiar, comforting sound of the Impala's engine. Not bothering to remind myself that the next school would have their own version of Chrissy.

School passed by in a blur. I briefly talked to Sarah in homeroom about what she had done over the weekend and tried to hide my jealousy when she told me all about how her brother had come home from college so they spent the entire weekend together. To my dismay, Talia was out sick which left me alone for most of my classes. Sam didn't even look up from his conversation as I walked past him in English and shuffled my way to the back of the class.

I was on my way to History when I over heard Dean telling Sam that dad had called. I let out a sigh of relief until I heard him say that the case was harder than dad expected so it would be another couple of weeks. Sam seemed thrilled as he ran off to meet up with his friends and I watched as Dean and Amanda snuck into another closet. Neither of them even noticing that I had heard every word.

It wasn't until lunch rolled around that I'd had enough. The sun wasn't shinning brightly down like it had since we've arrived. It was pouring which meant everyone had to sit in the cafeteria for lunch instead of being able to take their stuff outside. Translation, my table in the corner that I had been eating at for the past week and a half was filled with cheerleaders who had to keep checking their appearance every five minutes in those little useless mirrors they insisted on carrying around with them.

So, instead of bothering to find somewhere else to go I found myself sitting in the girl's bathroom in one of the stalls after I laid loads of toilet paper on the seat. How sad that this was my only escape. I couldn't believe it. I was supposed to be leaving in three days not another couple of weeks! I couldn't do this anymore. That's when I heard some girls walk into the bathroom. It wasn't until they started talking that I figured out who they were.

"Could this day get any worse?" Mia asked dramatically.

"Uh, yeah," I heard Chrissy answer. "You could be stuck with that fugly loser all day. I mean seriously why do I have to see her in every class?"

"At least she doesn't carry that disgusting messenger bag around anymore," Devan chimed in.

"But have you seen her brothers?" Julie asked with a longing in her voice. "I don't know how she is even related to them. They are gorgeous."

"Well every one has a black sheep in their family. How embarrassing must it be for the two of them to have to share a last name with her?" Chrissy added.

"I know right?" replied Mia sympathetically as though she knew my brothers. I held my breath as they left. Was I really that bad? Did I even matter? Because as far as I could see, Dean pretty much shoved me off at every opportunity and Sam hardly even paid any attention to me. Maybe I was a loser; a burden.

I couldn't take it here anymore. There was no way I'd survive weeks in this place. I got off the toilet seat, threw the bundle of toilet paper I'd been sitting on into the dustbin and slowly opened the door. No one was there. Perfect. For once, luck seemed to be on my side. I hurried out of the washroom and sighed in relief as I couldn't spot Chrissy or Mia anywhere. I hurried to my locker and after unlocking it with shaky fingers, I pulled out my new school bag. I had to discard the messenger bag after Chrissy tripped me up in the hallway once resulting in my bag tearing at the seams. I'd somehow managed to convince Dean to get me a new one. It killed me inside that he believed the rumors in the hall instead of his own sister. It wasn't my fault the bag broke. Just another sign that my brothers didn't care.

I looked over to Sam's locker and saw him happily chatting with his friends. I felt tears stinging my eyes. It wasn't my fault...all of this...was it? I need to get out of here. I hitched my bag on my shoulders and ran. I took a deep breath as I pushed open the entrance door and stepped out. I felt like I was suffocating to death in that school. I truly couldn't deal with this anymore. I ran towards the direction of the motel, ignoring the tears that were now streaming freely down my face and pushing my legs to go faster.

General Point of View

Dean was slowly making his way towards the front of the school to wait for the twins, his head lost in the clouds after the few minutes of heaven he was just in with Amanda in the closet for the second time that day when a teacher stopped him.

"Excuse me, it's Dean, right? Lauren's brother?" the teacher asked snapping Dean out of his daydream at the sound of his little sister's name.

"Yeah," Dean nodded confused. "She didn't start more trouble again, did she?"

"Not that I know of," the teacher shook his head. "I was just wondering if she was feeling alright, she missed class today."

"What?" Dean questioned more confused than ever. Lauren never missed class. Ever.

"I'm sorry, I do have to get going or I'll be late for a meeting but please tell your sister to come see me for her makeup class work," the teacher excused himself as he left Dean standing in the hallway looking dumbfounded.

No matter how disappointed he had been with her for the last week his big brother senses were off the charts right now, something was definitely not right. Dean quickly scanned the small crowd of students hoping to spot Lauren when he saw Sam talking to a girl. Any other time he would have been proud that his geek little brother had finally gotten into girls but now wasn't the time.

"Sam!" Dean shouted as he jogged over to him breaking up the conversation and barely noticing that the girl walked over to her friends.

"Dean!" Sam full on whined but Dean didn't have time for it and quickly cut him off.

"Sammy, have you seen Laur?"

The worry evident in his older brother's voice made Sam concerned on what was going on. He thought back throughout the day and was shocked when he couldn't remember. Sam's face fell in horror that he had absolutely no idea where Lauren was. He looked at Dean, terrified. "I...I don't know...she was in English with me...I think...but then..." he stammered.

Dean's heart felt like lead. He didn't blame Sam for not knowing. It was the first time in a long time that the kid had even made friends in a school. But then again, as much as he knew what was happening with Sam, the alarmingly less he knew about Lauren. She barely even talked to them anymore. How could he have not noticed that?

"Crap. Something is wrong here," Dean muttered to himself. He couldn't shake off this feeling of dread. Not wanting to get into more trouble, he glanced at his watch and groaned in annoyance there was still one more class of the day left.

"Come on," Dean said. He didn't carry his books or bag with him anyway so he started heading towards the entrance of the school before realizing that Sam wasn't with him. He looked behind him to see Sam standing just where he had left him with a pained expression on his face.

"Sammy, what's wrong?"

Sam turned to Dean with tear filled eyes. "It's my fault. I didn't pay any attention to her. I'm supposed to know where she is. What if something – " Dean cut Sam off.

"No. It's not anyone's fault Sammy. If anyone should be blamed it's me. I've been too hard on her the past couple of weeks. And she will be fine. Just fine," Dean stated trying to convince himself as much as Sam. He couldn't imagine something horrible happening to his baby sister. "Do you know if there is anyone she talks to, you know, hangs out with or anything?"

Sam eyes went up as he thought, "Uh…" when Sam came up blank he had to blink back a few tears as he admitted, "I don't know."

"Alright, it's alright, Sammy, pack your books and come with me. We need to find her."

Sam nodded and hurriedly took the books he needed and ran after his brother who was already halfway towards the exit.

They both were glad that no one spotted them leaving the school and as soon as they stepped outside, they started sprinting towards the motel.

Lauren's Point of View

I shakily opened the motel room door, sobbing silently. I deposited my bag on the floor as I shut and locked the door behind me. I felt like I was falling apart. Racking sobs build up in my chest and I fell to the ground near my bed. I was openly crying now. Why did this always happen to me? Why was I always the target? Why didn't people care about me? I didn't deserve this, did I? What did I do that was so wrong?

Maybe I wasn't needed anymore. Sam and Dean hardly even seemed to notice me. Maybe if I didn't exist anymore, things would be better, be easier for the two of them. I'd be with Mom then. Dean would kill me for even having thoughts like this but I was dying either way, wasn't I?

I walked over to the duffel that had our weapons and pulled out my silver knife. I admired it as I ran a hand over it. It had helped me out a few times. I remembered the blood curdling scream the werewolf let out as it sliced through its skin right before Dean shot it through the heart. That had been just one of the many times I messed up. I can still hear dad's voice, the anger and disappointment that I didn't load my gun quick enough, that I had to fight off a werewolf with my knife until my older brother came to the rescue.

A small cut appeared across my index finger as I traced the blade lost in my memory. One slice across my wrist and I'd be on the way to heaven, hopefully. I didn't want to do this, but I had no other choice.

I pulled a piece of paper from my bag towards me as I kept the knife at my side. Sam and Dean deserved an explanation at the very least.

I've tried. I've tried so damn hard to keep it together. But this has just gotten one bit too far.

I never hit anyone. I never hurt anyone. They hurt me. Their words sliced through me like knives. Ironic really as I seem to have a knife with me right now.

I know you guys might be pissed or upset but I can't take it anymore. I didn't understand why people hated me so much. But now I do, I hate me too.

So all I say is, I'm sorry for being a burden. I'm sorry if I ever hurt you. I just think that this is better for everyone.

I love you both. I'm sorry. I just can't do it anymore.

Lauren.

I took a deep breath as I put letter on the bed so that they could find it. The writing was scribbled from my shaking hands and had the random water drop here and there from the tears that seemed to just flow from my eyes at this point. I took a step back until I was against the wall; I slid down and raised the knife to my wrist.

I sat there for a minute with the cool blade pressed lightly against my skin telling myself that this was the only way out. I just needed it to all stop. I couldn't deal with anymore Chrissys. I was so tired of being strong and thick skinned. Their words resounded in my head for days after it had been said and the second it started to fade something else took it place.

I had never felt so alone yet my father's face kept appearing in my mind every time I went to press a little harder. The knife made a skinny red line appear and suddenly it was as if something in my mind had taken over.

"I'm sorry," I whispered as I took the knife and in one swift motion put as much force as I could behind it before dragging it across my wrist.

General Point of View

Dean felt like his lungs would explode and a half glance at Sam showed that his little brother felt the same way. Why was the motel this far? They hadn't realized it before.

"There...it...is," Sam wheezed as he spotted it.

Willing their feet to go faster, both brothers sprinted the last few meters and skidded to a stop in front of their motel room.

"LAUREN!" Dean bellowed as he pounded on the door after realizing that it was locked. He didn't get an answer. Sam gave Dean a horrorstruck look.

"DAMN IT LAUREN WINCHESTER! OPEN THE GODDMAN DOOR!" Dean yelled his heart beating hard against his chest. He frantically searched his pockets for the room key but he came up empty. Had he lost it along the way?

"I'll pick the lock," Sam suggested as he dropped to his knees. They couldn't afford more trouble on their hands if they broke down the door and she really wasn't here. Dean nodded and he stepped aside for Sam to do his work.

He just prayed to God that nothing had gone wrong. That they weren't too late.