Chapter Six
Sam's POV
I sat in the bed of the truck, flipping through one of the books I'd brought out with me when I heard something that sounded like footsteps. I was sure it was Dean and when I looked up to tell him to leave me alone, I saw nothing. There was nothing but old cars surrounding me.
I shrugged it off and went back to reading.
I was halfway through the second book when I heard the footsteps again, only this time they were running and someone was screaming my name.
I snapped the book closed and jumped out of the bed of the truck and onto the dirt path. Looking around I still couldn't see anything, but I couldn't still here my name being called.
I walked down the path, further away from the house then I think I've ever actually gone.
The voice changed direction and I started to weave in between cars to catch up to it, only it seemed to be getting further away now. I started running, and the voice was getting closer. I ran harder and came across a steel shed. I'd never seen this morning. I looked around and saw that there weren't even cars here. Maybe Bobby didn't even know this was here.
"Sammy!" the voice screamed again. This time it was inside the shed.
I inhaled the clean air as I pulled out the knife I always kept with me and I walked slowly forwards. A knife wouldn't do much, but it would hopefully slow an opponent down enough for me to make it back to Bobby's and get back up.
"HELP ME SAMMY!" The voice screamed and I hesitated for a second.
Then I kicked the door down.
It was weak and came off the hinges easily. Most of the room was bathed in sunlight, except for the back left corner. It was dark over there and I could only see shadows.
I could also hear someone sobbing. It sounded like...me.
But that wasn't possible.
"Shut up!" another voice roared and the one that sounded like me screamed again.
The voice sounded familiar to me and when a very dim light flickered on in the corner and I could finally see.
(Line Break)
I was tied to a chair; well not me exactly but a 6-year-old me, and there was a taller person standing over me.
"Nice of you to join us, Sam."
It was the voice from inside my head. The one I'd been hearing since I was 6, only it was no longer in my head. It was standing in front of me. Breathing and bleeding slightly. It was alive; human.
I shook my head. "No, this isn't possible..."
"Anything is possible Sammy. You see..."
He started going on a rambling speech and I tuned out and focused on the me that tied to the chair. He seemed to be bleeding from every possible place, and yet somehow he was still alive. Exhausted and wrecked, but alive.
"You aren't listening!" The voice screeched at me. "Do you know what he is?"
I shook my head.
"This is you, from before you first heard me. This is you, when you had hope. The only way I'm going to make you realize how truly pathetic you are is by killing your hope." He said it so calmly that I was actually scared for my younger self.
"I'm the pathetic one really? No, you are! You're the one that makes problems for everyone around you. Look at him over there. He should have died a long time ago and you know why he hasn't? Why he never will no matter how long you torture him for? Because I never believed in you! I never lost hope, and I never will!"
The room filled with a bright light and the darkness that belonged the voice in front of me lit up and then shattered.
I heard a clinking sound and looked up at the younger me. The chains that had bound him there had fallen to the floor and the wounds were slowly sowing back together, then slowly they started to heal into scars and eventually they faded. It all only took about 5 minutes and then I stood there, staring at myself and wondering what was going to happen next. Would he disappear too or would he be stuck here, and left to go all over the country with me and Dean?
I found out soon enough as the little Sammy - who had lost consciousness at some point - woke up slowly. He looked down at his arms and flipped his hands over to look at the palms. He bent down to look at his bare feet. Everything seemed to be in order.
He tried to stand up and then fell onto the concrete floor.
I rushed forward and helped him stand up.
"So what happens now?" I asked him.
"I don't know, I shouldn't still be here. I should have disappeared once I was healed, but something...something isn't right." He sounded weak; like he would pass out again at any second.
"Maybe we need help," I said. "And I know just where to get it.
I smiled down at him and we started slowly back across the shed and into the doorway. Somehow, without my realizing it, it had gotten dark; insanely dark. I was worried we wouldn't be able to find Bobby's house again until I saw it in the distance the to left. Every light seemed to be on and smiled again.
I picked little me up, since I didn't know if he would be able to walk that far, and I headed towards the bright lights of safety.
A/N: So here it is as promised. Another chapter before I go away tomorrow.
I didn't plan for it to go this way, but it did and I actually like this chapter better than the one I had written in my head.
There will probably only be another chapter or 2 of this story left.