Silent Screams

Chapter Ten

Setting in the motel room, Adam was trying his best to forget about the ghost at the diner, but he couldn't. He drew her in his sketch book, but he couldn't pretend that she wasn't real.
He couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was gonna happen. That it wasn't over.

Adam was alone with his thoughts. Dean and Sam had went to a bar and Adam had the room to himself. Which was good, he could freak out in peace.

Flopping down on one of the beds, Adam grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels.

Twenty minutes later, and having gone through all the channels twice, Adam decided that there was nothing on.

Rolling off the bed, he went in search of something to eat. He searched every inch of the room and found three safety hazards and a few bugs, but no food. His stomach growled and his eyes automatically went to the door, where he knew on the other side and two doors down, was a vending machine.

Shaking his head, Adam mentally kicked himself for even thinking about going was not a good idea with that ghost following him. Adam told himself to use common since.
Stomach growling again, he wished he had told himself that earlier when he was letting his food get cold at the diner.

One more hunger pain had Adam up and headed for the door, throwing common since to the wind.

Unlocking the door, Adam peeked out. Not seeing anything, he stepped out into the hall, careful not to mess up the salt line on the ground.

Adam hurried over to the vending machine, digging out change as he went.

While he was waitint for his chosen candy bar to drop into the slot, he felt some one tug a strand of his blond hair.

Spinning around on his heels, iron knife already in hand, he found nobody there.

Grabbing his candy, he ran back into the room. Unbeknownst to him, that when he ran in he kicked the salt line.

Locking the door back, Adam fell onto bed and began devouring his candy bar.

All was nice and quiet for a while, until the TV cut on by it's self. Adam thought it was strange as he grabbed the remote and cut it back off.

A few minutes later the TV cut back on and was just static. Trying to cut it off with he remote didn't work this time. So Adam went and pressed the button on the TV. That seemed to work and the TV shut off. That's when Adam saw her behind him in the reflection of the TV.

Adam barely had time to turn around before she had him up against the wall. He started kicking and swinging his arms, but she was stronger. She held him there with ease and just stared at him with hollow eyes.

Adam stopped struggling and stared back at her.

Once upon a time, he thought she might have been pretty. No more than twenty or so. He pictured a young girl with long glossy dark hair and a cute smile. Not the rag doll he saw before him now.

Now, she was as cold as ice, covered in blood, and a smile even the Joker would cringe at.

Slowly, she put him down and released him. Adam wasted no time. He ran for the door, but she was already there.

She had him backing up until he hit the bed and fell back onto it.

Climbing on top of him, she pinned him to the bed. He tried reaching for the knife, but it was just out of his reach.

She looked like she wanted Adam to talk. Or, she wanted to tell him something. well, she was out of luck, neither one of them would be talking anytime soon.

She started to get frustrated. She shook him hard. All he could do was shake his head no.

That seemed to enrage her. She ripped his shirt open and began clawing words into Adam's chest.

The scream that wanted to eruptfrom Adam's throat at the searing pain, caught. All that came out was a choked moan as tears escaped his eyes.

As she clawed, Adam stretched his arm, trying to reach for the knife. His fingers grazed it.

Grabbing the knife, Adam sliced the ghost and she vanished, but not before she finished leaving her message.
Looking down at his blood covered stomach, Adam read, "HELP ME,"
in the scratch marks.

As luck would have it, Sam chose that moment to unlock the door and come in.

"Hey Adam, guess what Dean did..." He trailed off when he saw Adam's stomach." Adam! What happened? " Sam ran over to him.

"What's going on?" Dean said coming in to the room. "What the heck?"

Sam grabbed the first aid kit and got to work cleaning and bandaging the Adam's stomach.
As soon as Sam was finished, Dean pushed the notebook and pencin into Adam's arms and demanded, "write down what happened." Adam shook his head, refusing.

"Was it something supernatural or not? "Sam tried.

Again, Adam refused.

"Dang it, Adam! Tell us what happened." Dean insisted.

Adam threw the notebook on the floor.

"Addy, your our brother, you can tell us anything, all right?" Sam tried to reason.

Adam nodded, even though he didn't believe Sam. He couldn't trust them with his secret. They might think he was crazy or something. Which he was starting to think himself, but that wasn't the point. The point was that he couldn't trust anybody. He had to deal with it alone.

"Okay Adam, at least tell me, was it a ghost?" Sam had been putting together a theory for a while now.

Adam didn't nod or shake his head. He didn't react at all. He just crawled under the covers of one of the beds and pretended to go to sleep. He wouldn't sleep a wink.