Chapter 4
"Come here honey!" my mom said to me. I ran over and hugged her as tight as I could when her and my father walked through the door. My brother had been watching me while my parents were out on a "special" vacation, as my brother used to call it. My mom kissed my cheek, her soft brown hair had a few gray hairs, I had her turquoise eyes, but hers were sad and empty. My father was strong and broad, he was tough for sure, but on the inside, he was as soft as a kitten. I looked nothing like him, which was weird because both my parents had brown hair; I had more blondish with a hint of brown.
My brother looked like my dad. He wasn't afraid of anything, even when the monster in the closet was actually real. My mom put down her stuff and kneeled down to my level, "I love you teddy bear!" she whispered, "I love you mama bear!" I squealed. Something tumbled down the stairs, then I woke up. And that was it.
I was covered in sweat, "It was just a dream." I mumbled under my breath. I still cried though. My mom was gone, my dad, my… brother. And it was my entire fault. No one could change that. I was going to kill everyone I love.
My motel room door swung open, "Mornin' sunshine!" Dean said.
"What the hell Dean?" I yelled throwing a pillow at him. Sam followed behind him.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't throw pillows at the one who got you food!" he practically squealed. I smiled, he handed me the food, and we ate. Pretty boring.
"Hey, I got something." Sam said quickly. I sat up straight, "What is it?"
"Another kill, about thirty miles away. Same thing happened to this one like the other one." He said. It pondered me for a moment, "Okay, what are we waiting for?" I asked with a devious smile.
Dean smirked, "Whoa, calm down, we still need to ask around, people who knew the victim."
"And Casey, how 'bout you stay here, do some more research, we'll go out and ask people."
I got up out of my chair, "What? Why do I have to stay here!" The brothers exchanged a quick glance, "We'll explain later" they both got up to leave. I grabbed a pillow and hit the back of Dean's head.
"Bitch" "Jerk"
Once the door was closed I clicked it locked, and collapsed on the bed. The words 'Hell Angel' dance in my head like Ping-Pong balls. I picked up the laptop and started to look up 'Hell Angel'.
"About 20,700,000 results in, wow, 30 seconds!" I mumbled under my breath. Most of the results I got were about a motorcycle club, or a movie. I finally gave up and put the laptop beside me. I grumbled and rubbed my eyes hoping the aching headache would disappear. I felt something roll down my face. Drop of sweat? I don't feel very hot… I started to think. I touched and brought my hand down so I could see. I thick red layer of blood was smudged on my fingers. I ran into the bathroom to see the most horrifying think any girl could see.
My hair was stained red with blood that wasn't mine my eyes were completely black and my face had no expression. My reflection started to smile. Its hand started to move to its face then started to scratch at it peeling of the skin. I screamed bloody murder at the blood started to fill the sink. My reflections smile widened and stopped scratching. It dipped my, no not my hand, its hand into the blood. It looked into my eyes and started to spell out something in the mirror. I didn't wait for it to finish. I punched the mirror and it shattered into millions of pieces.
I fell onto the cold tile floor, letting my hand bleed. I couldn't feel anything, my body was shaking, but right next to me, a large piece of the mirror showed my reflection with the same smile, and same demon eyes starting back at me. The worst part of it, was that the shattered pieces spelled out the words with my blood.
Hell can't wait when you come home.