Well, Its been a while and I've posted these past to chapters. And even though I dont really care for twilight....*whispers* Team Jacob.
I cant help myself!
"The White room! Don't forget!" The bloody doctor said. Cleo had her back against the wall as much as she could. She couldn't bare to look at the dead doctors spine that crunched out from the bottom, curved around and into his skull. Cleo cried, hard. "Somebody help me!!!"
The doctor grabbed the tip of his spine that stuck out of his face and tore it through. Blood splattered on Cleos face and she whimpered. The doctor leaned in front of her and whispered, "Dont forget!" His hand came down and splinting the broken bone into Cleo's chest-
Cleo shot up from her sleep. Sweat and tears mixed her face. She placed her fingers on her cheeks, they felt as cold as ice. Then she remembered.
"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP! HELP ME!!!" Cleo screamed.
"Cleo! Cleo! Cleo, listen-ah!" Dean fumbled back by the hit Cleo gave him.
She panted trying to look around and exhaled jaggedly. She was in her "home" with Dean on the floor holding his head. "I-I'm so-s-rry."
Dean stood and said, "What the hell was that all about!? I thought I might have to start an exorcise!"
Cleo gripped his t-shirt. "They died...I died..." Tears would not stop falling as she rambled. Dean was confused, but knew she was frightened. He pulled her off of himself and lifted her face.
"Nothing- and I mean nothing will kill you while I'm around," He assured her. Cleo didn't respond with words, she just dove into his chest and clung to him. Dean picked her legs up and sat on the bed pulling her onto his lap. Cleo began to feel safe again. She smiled, but Dean couldn't see.
Then a nagging voice echoed, "Wake up! Wake up!"
Cleo cradled deeper into Deans chest trying so hard to ignore her-border line-sanity.
"Wake up! For Christs sakes woman-"
Cleo shot up and fell onto the floor. She looked up at the two men staring at her with worried eyes.
"Dean?" Cleo whispered. "B-but you- your not real."
Dean stood from the cheap motel bed.
"Stay away from me!" She said paranoid. She looked at the other man, "K-karl help me, tell him to get away from me!"
Dean looked at her with shock.
Karl smirked. He wanted to play the lost puppy game. In his mind he just wanted to taunt Dean and say 'Come here, girl. You know who ya love.' But decided the first punch he received was enough.
Penelope scooted her way pass the two immature 'boys' and knelt beside Cleo. "Its okay, really, just relax. I think you broke a rib when you fell down the stairs."
"All that really happened!?" Cleo started cry. "Oh my God! That man wanted to kill me! He killed that nurse!"
Everyone looked confused.
"What? Love, the hospital released you to us, just several hours ago." Karl said kneeling in front of Cleo. "FBI style," He pointed to Dean.
"No-n-no, thats- thats not what happened! A voice kept telling me to never forget the white room- no-no one was around, they killed a woman and ME!" Cleo wiped her tears and stood up quickly. She winced at the pain. "I'll show you!"
No one could understand what she was saying. Dean reached out to her and said, "Maybe you should-"
"Talking your fucking hands off of me!" Cleo snapped.
Dean flinched. What the hell was wrong with her? He was Dean, the guy she... loved.
Karl enjoyed- he was winning. He smiled, "Babe, listen to the yank. Lie down your injured."
Cleo sighed and her face dropped. She gave in and lied down.
"Penelope stay with her. British-asshole, can I talk to you." Dean said.
"Its English-ass- Christ... Never mind..." Karl sighed. He followed Dean outside. Before he could react Dean was in his face, a gun to his head.
"What fucking games are you playing? What are you? Demon? Angel? Fix this or I swear to whatever God your sorry ass worships!" Dean face was hard with anger.
"If I'm an angel or demon and you shot me with that worthless piece of metal, what good would that do you? I'm not causing Cleo act like that!"
"Why the hell doesn't she remember me?"
"Hell should I know! I don't have all the answers! Look its a fair game, who ever she wants is what she wants. Fair enough."
Dean smiled, "Your lucky I don't shoot you now."
"Good its a deal! Good thing I'm not a demon."
Hope you enjoyed... Not all Brits are...assholes...some are arseholes too...jk I LOVE 'EM ALL!