Hi welcome to my story I hope you like it. Please no hate. (I dont own Supernatural)
Normal children should be playing sports or hanging out with friends during there off time. Not learning how to clean and disassemble a pistol. But according to my family there is nothing normal about us. My family consists of my twenty five year old brother Dean, and my twenty one year old brother Sam, both of which raised me since the day I turned four. My father slept around a lot after his first marriage that Sam and Dean came from, and never knew I existed, until the day my aunt, who I lived with after my mother died six months after I was born, called on him for help. My aunt had heard of a man named Robert Singer, this man was a specialist in the category of weird. And he gave her the number of one of his parterres. I guess you can say she was surprised when the father of her sister's child knocked on our door. He soon realized who she was (supposedly my mother and him had dated while she was working as a bartender in the local pub and had introduced him to her sister) and it quickly got awkward. After many, hours of talking she finally brought the man,whom I did not know was my father, to my room and explained about my mother to him. He looked at me with sad eyes that soon turned to confusion. I was truly startled about why he was looking at me like this. I thought of him as a weird man and climbed deeper into my blanket and went to sleep. About half and hour later I heard crying coming from the living room. The thing that adds to my weirdness is, I have superb hearing, better than anyone I know. My aunt, a women I had never known to cry, was sobbing uncontrollably. Finally the man spoke
"What's wrong? Why did you call Bobby?" He spoke with such a harsh tone I couldn't help but get angry. How dare he speak to her like that. My aunt was the nicest women who walked the earth.
"John, Kayla kept something from you. I tried to get her to tell you, but you remember how stubborn she was, and it's not like she had much time. But what I'm trying to say is going to be very hard to believe and I just want you to know one hundred percent that I would never lie to you." She never rambled like this in the time I knew her. "Please don't get upset" She prayed.
The man chuckled. "All right women spit it out I haven't got all day." His amused look faded when her face stayed the same. "I promises that I won't get upset just tell me what's going on."
She let out a long sigh. "After you and those boys of yours left, Kayla took a turn for the worst, she didn't eat didn't sleep, she was so depressed over you. Every night I could hear her cry out your name. She wasn't the same. One day we got a call from the hospital saying they had picked Kayla up from the store after she had fainted in the check out line. We were so relived when the doctor said it was do to stress related problems and nothing serious. They were going to release her the next morning just so they could keep an eye on her. I woke up that morning with a call saying I should get to the hospital and that there was something I needed to know. After arriving at the hospital we knew something was off. Kayla seemed happy, her face was simply glowing. She was back to herself." Aunt Trisha took a much needed breath. She looked right at 'John' and took his hand. "She was three months pregnant. John three months is the same amount of months that had passed, since you left. You have a daughter. A beautiful girl named Emrys Jane Logan." I hated my middle name. Aunt Trisha stopped talking. At the time I didn't know what pregnant meant and I didn't know where this was going. But John sure seemed to, his face grew angry. A face that I did not like him expressing towards my aunt.
"What do you think you're playing at Trisha, you think that kid in there is mine." John spoke furiously. But suddenly he let out a shaky breath. "I knew, I knew those eyes. From the moment she walked out here I knew that I knew those eyes, my eyes." I still did not know what they were talking about. "Wait then why am I here? What is wrong with her? Where's Kayla?" He spoke anxiously.
"Im so sorry but five years ago when Emrys was just six months old there was a fire inside of her nursery. A neighbor saw the smoke and called 911 but it was to late. The fire had eaten up the entire nursery and half on the house. We couldn't find Kayla's body, but in the rubble and ash they found a six month old baby with not a scratch on it. John she was lying out in the remains of her crib, clothes burn off, hair gone, and completely unharmed. I used to think it was a miracle until a few years ago. She was playing in the house like any toddler when she suddenly fell, hitting her head on the side on the coffee table. I rushed to pick her up but by the time I got to her, her head was knitting the gash back together. I know it sounds like I'm crazy but I know what I saw. I tried to not let this come between us but, more things have happened. She recently started to get extremely ill. I don't know why, she just came down with this bug or something doctors don't know why it is. She can't move a lot, she's in horrible pain. I just don't know what to do. The doctors say she's perfectly healthy, but the kid has a hard time moving from her bed without screaming in pain. She used to be able to run faster than the other kids, climb higher, jump farther. She beats up kids that are twice her age and three times her height." She explained. I never thought as any of my physical abilities to be abnormal I just thought I was stronger than the puny kids in my schools. The pain, like she said, was unbearable half the time though.
"I don't know what to say. I've never encountered anything like this before. But that's not all; there something else you want to tell me isn't there Trisha." John said, sounding as if he didn't believe what she was saying.
"Yes there is one thing." She sighed. "The other day something very strange happened. Honestly John, I've never seen anything like this before, I knew it wasn't normal, so I did some research and people pointed me in the direction of that Robert Singer man. They say he can stop all kinds of weird."
"What else is wrong with her?" John asked.
"Two weeks ago I was getting her ice while she was asleep." She started to sob."And I looked down, and something was moving inside of her skin it looked like a bunch of worms were crawling around in her skin. The skin in between her knuckles started to split, It looked like her bones were coming out of her arm. Before I could do anything to help she started to scream and trashing around. Blood was pouring from her knuckles and slowly these things, the looked like claws, were jutting out of her skin. John I didn't know what else to do, I screamed and left her there. I left her there because I was scared of her. I don't know what that thing is but it's not my Emrys."
I couldn't listen to this. Even she didn't want me. First my father then my mother and now my aunt. All of them abandoned me at one point.
"Stop aunt Trisha." I screamed from my room, making them both run in. "STOP!" I never did like it when I didn't get my way. My anger issues were enormous for a four year old, another reason I was a freak. I continued to glare at my aunt and the stranger, who was looking at me with pure fascination, both still not talking. "Why doesn't anybody want me." I cried, my anger was taking way to much control over the situation. But I couldn't stop it.
"Shh kid, calm down." John said narrowing his eyes at me. Who did this guy think he was? He can't tell me what to do.
"I don't like you. I want you out now!" I remarked angrily. I glared at the strange man, suddenly he grasped my arm tightly. It felt like he was going to snap my arm. Causing me to yelp in surprise.
"Listen hear kid, I don't do disrespect, certainly not from someone who might be mine. Now stop your screaming so your aunt and I can finish our talk and I can help you."
Help me? Who could help me? This only made me madder. Who did this dude think he was, first laying a hand on me, and then trying to boss me around? Fury was rushing through me like a tidal wave. My fist clenched until I felt sharp burning pain coming from my knuckles. I looked down in horror at my hands, which were dripping in blood.
It was kinda short but i'll make up for it next time. Should i continue or trash it.
