Author: The Wayward Angel
Story: Skeleton in the Closet
Word Count: 484
Chapter: 2/?
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None
Trigger Warnings: eating disorders, self-harm, homophobia, angst, low self-esteem
Summary: Everyone has secrets, closets full of skeletons. It doesn't matter if you're a jock, or a cheerleader, or a nerd…in the end it's all the same. Everyone is made of the same atoms and molecules and when you peel off the skin and muscle we all look the same inside. Everyone has something to hide. Everyone. *Highschool AU*
Disclaimer: Not even close
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine. Please feel free to point out any grammatical or spelling errors.
Skeleton in the Closet
Chapter One – Sam Winchester
Sam is, like, the smartest kid in school; just as smart as his older brother Dean, the all-star baseball player and ladies' man. Next to Dean no one ever sees Sam, even though Sam is four inches taller than his older brother. He has a way to make himself small.
Sam does this thing. He manicures his nails. They always look perfect. He buffs them and files them and clips them down. His hands are always soft, never a callous or rough palm. He has gorgeous hair, too. He uses a bottle of condition in two weeks, and a shit load of product before he dries it. His hair looks like it belongs in a shampoo commercial. And, even though no one ever sees his legs, he waxes them. His chest and underarms and stomach too. He hates hair. It's gross.
Sam has a skeleton in his closet, just like everyone else. Everyone made of flesh and bone and blood. A secret.
Her name is Samantha.
Dean doesn't even know about Samantha. Sam is good at hiding her. He only lets her out on weekends, when Dean is gone. Sam unlocks the box in the back of his closet, pulling out his makeup bag and placing it on his desk. He applies foundation with a circle pad, then powder with a brush. Bronzer on the T-zone. Blush on his cheekbones. Grey eye shadow on his eye lids, black eye line, mascara.
Sam heats up his curling iron, applying pink lipstick on his lips then glossing it with clear gloss. He puts the makeup back into his box, riffling through the box, pulling out an outfit and laying it on the bed. He curls his hair with careful precision. As it cools he removes his Sam clothes in favor of his Samantha clothes. Black panties, stuffed bra, skinny jeans, yellow ruffle top and black cardigan and black ballet flats.
Samantha puts her cool curling iron back in the box and locks it, grabbing her purse. She shuts her closet door and walks out of her room. Dean isn't home, and both of her parents are dead. Samantha grins and hurries out the back door to go out.
Time for Samantha to play.