Breaking

Breaking

Chapter Four

Sam jolted awake, groaning when the throbbing in his head intensified for a

moment, making him dizzy with pain. He reached up to touch his head but froze when

he realized he could barely see his hand. It was too dark. He quickly looked around.

"Oh god" he said as it came to him that he was inside the closet. Inside the dark

closet. He could already feel the walls close in on him. The air thickened little by little.

He could barley move in the cramped space but somehow turned his large frame so that

he was facing the door. Praying for a brief moment, Sam searched for the doorknob. He

found it, but it was locked. He rattled the door then pounded on it.

"Dean" he called out. He listened for any sound. Dean must be out. He felt the

panic bubble up and he seized the door, pounding it again and again. When that didn't

work he slammed his shoulder against the door. Again nothing happened and he slumped

against the door in defeat. Only then did he feel the other injuries. Along with his head,

his right knee throbbed in tandem with is heartbeat. He could feel soreness in his side.

He probed the area gently with his fingertips. He took a deep breath and winced in

pain. He closed his eyes as he realized Dean had kicked him in the side at least once after

he blacked out. Tears slowly made their way down his face as his resolve to see this thru

started to crumble. His breathing hitched as the dam broke and he curled up, wrapped his

arms around his knees. Great big sobs racked his body and after a moment he lost control

of his breathing and passed out.

Sam groaned as he slowly woke. Various parts of his body ached. The familiar

feeling of fear flowed thru him as memories from last night assaulted his mind. He

closed his eyes and breathed deeply for a few moments before his eyes snapped open

when he realized he was no longer in the closet but on the bed farthest from the door.

He slowly sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. A sharp pain shot

thru his bruised body as he stood up. Sam wrapped his arm around his torso and rode out

the pain before heading toward the bathroom. He stood looking in the mirror, studying his appearance.

Staring at a complete stranger. That person in the mirror wasn't him.

Wasn't the bright, inquisitive, geek boy everyone knew and loved. The person

reflected back at him was gaunt looking, deep brown bags underneath deadened eyes.

Sam sighed as he slowly stripped down, cursing as he agitated his injuries. He stepped

into the shower. He wanted to make it quick in case Dean came back. Sam didn't want

to feel vulnerable and being naked in front of his brother made him feel valuable. He felt

weak and unable to protect himself. At least when he is dressed he was on a little more

equal ground. He closed his eyes and let the warm water sooth his aching body and to an

extent his bruised mind.

Once again he wandered how he got from the barricaded closet to the bed. For

one brief moment he thought Dean. But why? Did he dare to hope that Dean was feeling

remorse? Sam sighed as he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower avoiding

the mirror the entire time while dressing in clean clothes. He had to grab the bathroom

counter as a wave of dizziness overcame him. Sam shook his head slightly but then

grabbed his head and swayed back and forth as emotions slammed thru his senses. Black

dots appeared in the corners of his eyes. It became difficult to breath. Sam slowly slid

down till he felt the cool tiles on his knees and leaned against the bathroom sink trying to

catch his breath.

He didn't know how long he sat there, the throbbing in his knee brought him back

to awareness. He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath and stood on shaky

legs before making his way from the bathroom. He abruptly stopped when he saw

someone sitting on his bed.

"What are you doing here?" Sam said after a moment of staring at the girl before

him. He got an uneasy feeling but not sure why. He stepped back as the girl walked

toward him holding something in her hand. She held it out to him. He looked from her

to her hand and back again before taking the object. It was extremely cold, he just stared

at it.

"It's for your knee" Chelsea said as she indicated towards his knee. Sam looked

confused for a moment then stepped around Chelsea to sit on his bed. He placed the ice

pack on his knee.

"What are you doing here?" Sam repeated.

"Wait, how did you get in here?" Sam asked. He watched her closely.

"Chelsea" He demanded. Chelsea strode towards the only window in the room.

She stood staring out, letting the sun warm her chilled body. Sam watched her.

Something about her put him on edge. Which totally confused him. Just yesterday he

wanted to comfort her and be comforted by her. But what he sensed now set his alarms

off and made him cautious.

Sam continued to watch her. He stood as she turned to face him. If something

was going to happen he wanted to be ready. Chelsea stared at him.

" Sam, you need to leave here and never come back." She said. Sam raised one

eyebrow.

"We are just passing thru, you know that." Sam replied. Chelsea walked up to him

and placed her hand lightly along his cheek.

"Please Sam, you have to leave now, before it's too late." She said.

"Too late for what?"

Chelsea sighed.

"Before he kills you." She said quietly as she walked towards the door.

"Wait, Chelsea what do you mean; before who kills me?" Sam asked. Chelsea

looked at him then went out the door, closing it behind her.

" Your brother" she whispered.