In the front of the safe were stacks of hundred dollar bills. Dean started pulling them out, and noticed that all the bills were old, like a hundred years old. The total was $200 000 american. Once he removed all of the bills he looked into the safe, there was another letter there, along with odd items like a diary, pens and pencils, several books, all of which were old and had corners of pages turned down, and highlighted sections, and a folder with drawings in it.
Dean came home to one of his and Charlie's apartments, they moved around a lot, and they were currently living in Seattle. He noticed her sitting at the table with her iPod on, and not noticing him, so he snuck up on her and put a cold hand on her neck. "Dean!"
"How did you know it was me?" he asked innocently.
"Only you know that I'm..." she trailed off when Dean leaned down and kissed her.
"Now, what are these?" Dean asked as he picked up several drawings off the table in front of her.
Charlie quickly took them from him saying that they weren't finished, and put them in a folder.
Dean opened the folder and looked at the drawings for the first time. One was of a arm, with cuts all over it. It was done in black and white, the blood was black, and the arm was white. Another was of a girl with black hair surrounding her face, black eyes, lips, and what appeared to be makeup around the eyes, and painted down her face, to make it seem like she was crying. It took him a few moments looking at that drawing to realize that it was Charlie. The other drawings were equally as dark, and as he thought about some of the ones with objects like trees he realized they might lead somewhere.
"Language Lessons"
I hope this song can tell you how I
feel tonight
You are my first dissection spilling my insides
Let's
write our names with the blood that's in our cheeks
So it won't
wash away if I don't come home for weeks
And I don't come
home...
I never said (never said)
This would be easy
I
let her go when she said she was leaving
So whisper softly
And
don't forget
To tell me how you feel in five words or less
I
knew I should have never offered you the world
The nights are full
of faces you're the only girlTurn my world from disaster
Make my
heart start beating faster
Ask the question, here's the answer
I
need you now and I can't stand this
I never said (never
said)
This would be easy
I let her go when she said she was
leaving
So whisper softly
And don't forget
To tell me how
you feel in five words or less
Just tell me how you feel...
I
need your voice tonight...
Just tell me how you feel...
Whoa,
whoa...
So whisper softly and don't forget
To tell me how
you feel in five words or less
I never said (never said)
This
would be easy
I let her go when she said she was leaving
So
whisper softly
And don't forget
To tell me how you feel in five
words or less
A/N: The song is Language Lessons by Hawthorne Heights, this is a short chapter, but I've got things to do so I'll try and update this story, and if I can a couple others this week.