Water. Water trickling down. One drop. And then another. More drops. Drops of water trickling down. It fell on her face. Her eyes were heavy. Why did it fall on her face? She was cold. The ground she was lying on was cold. And hard. And rough. She knew she was supposed to do something. Drops. Water. Cold. She knew she had to open her eyes, but they were so heavy.
She had to wake up, her mind kept telling her. But she didn't know how. Her eyes were too heavy. Her head hurt. It kept on pounding. Like someone was using a sledgehammer on her brain. More drops, more heaviness of eyelids. She shivered. Moving hurt. Everything hurt. She knew she had to force open her eyes. Wrestle those lids open. C'mon…
C'mon! That's what Tyler would say to her. C'mon Serena, get up. Get up. GET UP! Open those eyes, you fool. Drops of water fell on her face as she opened her eyes. Her sight was hazy; at first she couldn't make out anything. Then she realized there was nothing to make out. Everything was dark. Everything was black. Everything hurt.
Serena tried to move, but her legs wouldn't cooperate. And not of their own accord; heavy chains prevented her from stirring. They chafed, those chains. Her hands were free though and she moved her arms towards her feet. They were bleeding. More drops to trickle away. She wiped off her hands – not wanting to see the blood and faint – and touched the back of her head.
More thumping. She thought she was bleeding there too. She knew she should be scared, or panicked or anxious. But her mind was in turmoil and she was too confused to feel anything besides pain. She did know this wasn't good. Where was Tyler? And Sam and Dean. Sam… Hadn't she been with him to go somewhere? No, they got separated. He wasn't here. Or at least so she thought, because she couldn't actually see anything. This was bad.
She shouldn't be alone. She knew that. Tyler had told her that. She needed protecting. Protecting? Protecting from what? What had happened? Footsteps sounded in the darkness and she stilled herself. Who was that? Who would come for her? The footsteps got closer to her location and she strained to see. To see anything. When the muddied boots came into view, she gasped. As she looking up and saw the person standing in front of her, all that she had forgotten came flashing back.
And when he reached for her, all she could do was pray Tyler would find her in time.