This fanfiction is written by Echo
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Lilac, Roses, baby's breath; multiple smells surround and consume us.
Two black haired boys argue in front of me, white flowers scattered in their hair.
"No! Sky! Mine will look better!" A black haired boy yells, a wreath of purple flowers in his hands.
"I don't know. Castiel." Sky says looking down on the younger boy. "I think red will look better." Both boys look to me. I sit on my knees, my legs lost under layers and layers of flowers.
"Which one do you want?" Sky asks stepping towards me, Castiel follows behind, both boys shoving their flower wreaths in my direction.
I look at the colors. Cool purple lilacs tie together, making a strong flower tiara. On the other hands we have blood red roses, their thorns shaven and cut off, making smooth comfortable safety.
I look up to who holds them.
Castiel, his hair choppy and black, a determined look on his face. Grey eyes, pleading for me to take his wreath.
Sky, ruffled crazy black hair shooting in every direction. Neon green eyes shine as he smiles, calling me in like a magical force.
I reach my hand out to accept a wreath. I go for the purple, then for the red. Then for the purple again, then the red.
I can tell the boys are getting tired of waiting, but the feeling that I'll choose wrong won't leave me.
"I don't want to!" I yell, standing up. I turn and dive into a huge pile of baby's breath. Burrowing a hole into the 7ft tall pile.
"C'mon. Just make a decision!" Castiel yells. I hide in the baby's breath, sitting in a comfortable warm darkness.
After both boys try to come in and get me I end up shooting my hand out of the pile and grabbing a random wreath.
I pull it in when. "Alice!" I hear my mother call.
I shoot out of the pile, dashing right in between Castiel and Sky, splashing them with flowers. I run into the legs of a beautiful red headed woman, her long golden red hair going far past her waist.
"Mother!" I yell hugging her legs, the wreath still in my hands. I look up and smile at her, her beautiful face looking back down to me.
She picks me up in her arms, settling me on her hip as Sky and Castiel run up to us.
I look at the wreath, warm bright red roses smile at me. Mother sets the wreath on my head as I look at Sky, looking away when he smiles.
"Let's go get food." Mother says carrying me to the kitchen. Sky follows, talking of how he knew red would look best. But Castiel, Castiel stands in the center of the flower overflowing sunroom, His purple wreath limp and on the ground.
"AUGH!" I yell awakening from a cold sweat. I sit up, throwing the blankets off of me.
"Awe shit what the fuck?" I ask running my fingers through my hair. It's been awhile since I've dreamt about the past.
Instantly I start looking for drugs, knowing my most recent dreaming was from the lack of medication.
I go into Charles's bathroom and snort a pack of coke I found on the edge of the bed. Once I feel the back drip activate I go and get the t-shirt Claud put out for me, then step into the shower. I wash off sweat and grime, using their minty cucumber body wash.
After 10 minutes I step out. Drying myself off and slipping on underwear. I put on the t-shirt and blowdry my hair.
"What the fuck?" I say picking up Castiel's guitar. He left before I woke up? I see how it is.
I step, barefoot and pantless, into the hallway. Icy blue light sneaks in from behind curtains, telling me it's somewhere around 6 a.m.
I hear light voices from the first floor as I walk down the stairs. Most people have fallen asleep and are tripping on something.
I see Castiel sitting alone at the paraphernalia covered table scrolling on his phone.
I grin as I sneak up behind him, using my tippitoes to be silent.
I peek over his shoulder and freeze. Not knowing what to do.
Deborah: I'm sorry. I know it's not fair but I need you.
Castiel: What can I do?
Deborah: Be here for me?
Castiel begins typing something out but I don't let him get far.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" I yell behind him, making Castiel jump.
"Silver? What're you?-" I throw Castiels guitar on the ground, hearing it go 'bang'.
I turn violently, needing to get away from Castiel. He stands up but I go and walk through a doorway, opening a door to a horrific scene.
Needle, syringes, heroin, and several Junkies litter the room. I feel the need to scream fill up my throat as tears form.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!" I scream, the world bleeding into a warm black. I feel arms wrap around me, I claw at them, slicing through flesh like paper.
My body bleeds into nothing as I move. I see figures running and screaming at me through the dark, but I run.
At one point I feel myself throw up, but the adrenaline in my system wont let me sit still.
I think I bump into things, for I hear glass breaking and shattering.
Eventually a solid hard figure has its arms wrapped around me, pulling me close to them. I claw and scream as familiar smell floats around me as I cry, slowly bringing me back to reality.
After a second I'm limply straddling a figure, him rocking me back and forth, whispering sweet nothings to me. I see blood drip down my arm, most likely from falling on broken glass.
"Shhhh- It's ok" Sky says rocking us back and forth. I cry out, having the pain of flashbacks flow through my mind. Blood, blood everywhere, her red hair matching the crimson liquid flowing out of her body. "There there." Sky coo's. "I'm here. I love you. Shhh."
I dig my nails into his back. Needing to grab onto this earth so I don't fall off. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry-" I whimper over and over again.
Sky stands up, carrying me as gently as he can. "Can you clean this up?" Sky asks the room, barely able to be heard over my cries. I guess people agree cause Sky turns and walks out the front door, on to the front porch. At this point the sun is up, letting bright rays of warmth hit me as Sky sets me down on the weather worn green couch.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" I cry but Sky stops me when he cups my face with his hands.
"Shhh. It's okay. Everything's okay." Sky purrs bringing his face close to mine. I calm myself but freak out again when I see blood drip down Sky's temple.
Did I do that? "I'm Sorry!" I say louder but Sky just rubs my jaw with his thumbs. "It's fine." He says, his voice gentle and smooth. I breath, making them deep and cool.
I look down at my arm, a long gash of blood and flesh sit near my elbow. "I'm gonna go get the first aid kit." Sky says, still massaging my jaw. "You gonna be okay?" I nod with a quick smile, although I don't really know. Sky moves in close, making me want to drown myself in his pierced lips, but I sit still, letting him lay his gentle kiss on my cheek. The cold metal nips at my skin but the warmth from his lips against my skin sends shivers up my spine and blood rushes to my cheeks. When he stands up all the warmth and comfort I had managed to gather disappears, stranding me alone on the dusty couch as the screen door slams. The feeling of his hands lingers on my skin and I recoil into a ball trying to gather myself. I bury my head into my knees and close my eyes sinking deep into myself trying to focus on my breathing instead of the rushing thoughts, memories, and nightmares that crash and collide through my mind. I hear the door open again and am rushed with relief until I open my eyes to find Castiel rather than Sky.
His face hold concern as he sits down, I tense up and make myself even smaller in the corner of the couch.
"What do you want?" I spit at him, still fueled with rage over Deborah.
(Just be here for me. Who the fuck does she think she is?)
He doesn't say anything, he just sighs as he opens the first aid kit. "Let me see." He says reaching for my arm but I retract even more.
"I don't need your help." I say sticking my nose in the air. He rolls his eyes, reaching out for my arm again, but is slow when I slap it away.
"Ouch-" He flinches when I slap his arm. Four long red scratches flow down his arm, making my jaw drop. Did I do that too?
Castiel takes my current distraction to grab my elbow. "Oi!" I yelp throwing my arms up but Castiel holds me down, shoving a peroxide covered cotton ball against my fleshy elbow.
"Ow. Ow! OW!" I say taking in sharp breaths. Castiel has a determined look on his face as he cleans my wounds. I stop struggling because it's really only causing me more pain. I go limp and he moves my limbs and treats small cuts all over me that I hadn't noticed.
I lay my head on his shoulder and we sit in silence while he disinfects and wraps a bandage around my arm, the bactrim stinging deep under my skin. Fuck I must have put up a hell of a fight. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least kind of proud I can still kick ass, but I feel bad about all the damage I caused.
My eyes scan the deep scratches on Castiel. I should probably apologise.
"...Castiel-" My rare apology is cut short when Yuki pops his head out from behind the screen door. He sheepishly sticks out a hand to get my attention and stutteres out, "We're leaving in twenty minutes…"
Castiel nods at him in acknowledgement but I am less than pleased. Who does that little bitch think he is, telling me what to do?
"Fuck that." I spit at him, picking up a stray bloody cotton ball and chucking it in his direction. He dodges by slamming the door and vanishing back inside, pussy.
"Fuck." I say as the cotton ball soaked in my DNA hits the door. Castiel laughs at me and gatherers the rest of the medical products.
"You really hate that kid don't you?"
"How could you tell?" I glare at the space he just occupied as if it's infected with aids. Probably is.
"Well you're all patched up," He says standing up, "last thing." He hands me two purple pills and kisses my forehead. "Now let's go find you some clothes so that we can get out of here."
Thirty minutes later Nathaniel has finally rallied us all together and into Castiel's suburban. I have adorned a pair of shorts, a bra, a bag of coke, and I'm ready to go. Sprawled across Sayuri in the middle row and half assedly kicking Amber and pretending it's an accident. I see nathaniel twitching a little in the row behind me with Chaos. Is he really trying to start shit this early in the morning, in a car? What a duche.
I turn to bitch him out but when I see his face I realize it's not sex on his mind, it's drugs. That's the thing about heroin, it fries your systems, making it impossible to survive without it. Fucking needle junkie can't last five minutes without a fix.
As much as I love watching him squirm he's about five seconds away from unbearable pain. I swing myself around to lean over the small barrier between us, retrieving the small bag of coke from my underboob.
"What's wrong Nataniel?" I purr, watching him pick at his skin and fidget. "Are you missing something?" I dangle the bag in front of his pale sickly face.
"No." He says bitterly, but his voice shakes a little. "I am beyond that."
Bulshit.
He takes the bag. He rambles on about how high and mighty he is while he spreads cocaine on his girlfriends boobs.
"...And furthermore, I am offended that you think me to be so weak," He pauses to take his lines, "to need such releases to make it through my night."
I roll my eyes and laugh at the moron, snatching my bag back. I tuck it safely in my bra and curl back into myself, completely content. The high in my body makes everything I touch softer and easier to take. Castiel makes eye contact with me and smiles, throwing me a mischievous look telling me to hold on.
I grip onto my seat just as he jerks the wheel suddenly throwing Everyone but the two of us from our original positions. I make a quick grab for Chaos so she doesn't tumble after Nathaniel and laugh loudly at the scrambling teenagers. Chaos leans back on me and laughs too, making me feel better about grabbing her arm. It's nice to have her leaning against me and I realize the middle row will no longer work for me. I need to lay down and enjoy my high and clear my mind for a bit.
"Trade with me." I tell Nathaniel who's rubbing a swollen spot where his head nearly broke the window.
"What?" He looks up at me in confusion.
"Trade. Spots. With. Me." I practically have to spell it out for him.
"What? No." He crosses his arms and sits back up as if to defy me. This is no time for your shit Nathaniel. I give him a warning look with my eyes but he refuses to move. I tried asking nicely, I really did…
My fist collides with the bridge of his nose and I feel a satisfying crack under my knuckles and it starts bleeding immediately. "Fuck." He grumbles holding his mangled face.
"You better get up here before you bleed on Chaos."
He mutters unhappily but complies. I jump in the back and cuddle up to the white haired beauty. Nathaniel spends the rest of the ride pouting while me and Chaos bond over pokemon and our middle school Naruto phases.
He can suck a dick, I feel fantastic.
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