"Alex, it's not fair! Why did they have to leave?!" I asked, crying into my brother's shoulder. He looked at me with tears in his eyes.
"I don't know, Terri," he said. "Maybe God has a bigger plan for them." I pulled away from him, shaking my head.
"I don't believe in god anymore," I told him in between sobs. He looked at me with sad eyes.
"Ok." was all he said before pulling me in for another hug.
"Promise you won't ever leave me," I said, pulling away again to look into his grey eyes. "Promise me!" He looked at me, letting a few tears escape.
"I promise." That was all I needed to hear.
My eyes fluttered opened and were met with the bland off white color of the ceiling. Laying there for a while I thought about the memory I'd just dreamt. It had taken place the day Alex and I had moved in our uncle's house, only 2 days before the funeral. 'He promised,' I remembered. 'He lied!' I felt the tears brim my eyes but refused to let them fall. I was finished crying. Sitting up I held my head in my hands. I was still dizzy and my arm still hurt. I looked at my arm to see how bad it looked and was surprised to find it stitched up. Glancing around I finally noticed the room was empty. 'Where are they?' I wondered, not completely caring. I noticed a duffel bag on the other bed and realized that I could find out more about these guys and what they did. I quickly tore through the bag looking for an ID of some sort. I came across a plastic bag filled with Ids, credit cards, police badges, you name it, they had it. 'What the hell is going on?!' I wondered, getting freaked out. 'Who are these guys?' Sifting through them, I read some of the names. Hector Aframian, Ted Nugent, Samuel Cole, Agent Ford. They had so many identities. I looked up at the sound of the door being opened. Dean entered and his surprised look to see me awake quickly turned to anger when he saw me holding the Ids.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he asked, advancing towards me, obviously pissed. I dropped the bag and froze. Shutting my eyes I waited for the pain to come. But it didn't.
"I'm not gonna hurt you." he said, softly. I opened my eyes and saw him reach down to collect his assortment of fake aliases.
"Why do you have those?" I asked, curiously. He sighed as Sam walked in the door, carrying what looked like a to-go box from a diner.
"We brought you some..." Sam started, and then noticed the bags contents spilled on the floor. "Food... Oh."
"We're wanted by the cops. So we have these to hide out from them." Dean explained. 'Ok... I'm being held hostage by fugitives. My life can't possibly get any worse,' I thought, closing my eyes again. 'Maybe everything will be ok again when I open them.' No such luck.
"Yeah...well I'm just...gonna leave now." I said, backing up towards the door. Sam stayed put in front of it, blocking my exit.
"Look, you're not gonna go running to the cops are you?" Dean asked, tossing the bag on the bed. " 'Cause then we got a problem." I shook my head.
"I just wanna get out of this place. Where's my car?" I asked, quickly. Sam looked at me quizzically.
"We didn't do anything with your car." he said. 'Then where the hell is it?!' I wondered, angrily. "It was probably stolen! Unbelievable!" I moaned.
"We'd be happy to drive you to your house." Sam said. 'My house?' I thought. It finally hit me. 'Where am I gonna live? There's no way I'm staying with Uncle Jim.' Alex and I had graduated high school the week before, but still had another month until we turned 18 and could leave. 'No.' I remembered, sadly. 'Until I turn 18. He never gets to.' We were planning on getting an apartment together, but now I was on my own. 'I could combine the money we saved together and get a 1 bedroom place and get a job and-' My thought was cut off by Sam.
"Terri? Can we take you anywhere?" I stared at him.
"Umm...yea," I said, finally. "I guess."
We pulled up to the cemetery in a car that my dad would have gone crazy over. Traveling alone, I made my way to Alex's grave trying not to cry again. I stared at the mound of dirt for a few moments, before sitting down. "I don't know if you can hear me big bro..., but I'm gonna give this a shot. These are yours." I whispered. I wiped a stray tear away and took his dog tags off from around my neck, and buried them in his pile of dirt. "I don't wanna be alone. I need you," I couldn't hold back the tears now. "Why did you have to leave?! You promised! You promised you wouldn't leave me!" I was sobbing now. It wasn't fair. 'Maybe I should just end it. This pain is unbearable. If you get to leave then so do I!' I thought, angrily. It was then that I saw my pocket knife from last night only a few feet away. 'You can take me to him.' I realized. It was my escape. I crawled over to it and held it against my throat. 'Here I come, Alex.' I thought, closing my eyes ready to end the pain.