"I don't see the point of it," echoed a distant voice.
The air was suffocating, the taste bitter.
"It's just pointless," the voice continued.
Everything around her was constricting and rough.
"I'm sorry," the voice said through a sob. "I'm so sorry. I just can't…"
Grabbing at the nearest object she could find, Mariah felt her lungs tighten to the point where they felt as though they were going to explode.
"It's my fault. All of it. Don't blame yourself."
Something soft yet ragged collapsed into her palm, conforming to her shape. Mild bewilderment filled her panicked mind as Mariah questioned what surrounded her. After a brief moment, she realized…
It's dirt.
Panic rose from every fiber of her being as she began to fight towards the surface. As she struggled, Mariah accidentally choked down a bit of her captor. This hastened her panic and made every part of her scream to escape. Alas, no matter how hard she tried, Mariah couldn't break free - she was trapped, alone, and suffocating.
So this must be what Hell feels like, she thought to herself as she began to loose consciousness.
As she started to drown in dirt, Mariah let go for the second and last time. However, this time she didn't feel peace; rather, she felt heavy disappointment.
But that disappointment didn't last for long.
After what felt like an eternity, Mariah felt the Earth give a sigh of relief as a hand punctured through the ground. Grasping her wrist firmly, Mariah was ripped out of the ground and brought to the surface. The transition was an abrupt one – one moment she was breathing in Hell's dirt and then she was suddenly breathing in cool, crisp air. It burned, stung, and was all around painful. But she didn't care… all that mattered is that she was alive.
"Dean!" a distant, deep voice said through a yell. "Dean, we found her!"
Briefly opening her eyes, Mariah's gaze landed upon two men: One with dark eyes, and one with blue. The one with blue eyes had a sad, solemn look to his face whereas the other one was kind and gentle.
"It's okay," said the dark eyed man. "Breathe, Mariah. It's Sam. You are okay; I've got you."
"Sam?" she asked with strain.
"Yeah, it's me," Sam said with a smile. "Been a while since our varsity days, eh?"
Struggling to gain more breath, Mariah coughed before she asked, "What do you mean? Do I know you?"
As if a penny dropped, Sam's face melted from utter shock to complete disappointment. "It's me," he said. "Sam Winchester. Jess' boyfriend?"
Confusion plastered Mariah's face before she said, "I… who? Who are you? And who am I?"
Author's Note: I know! Forever and a day since I have been on here! I had major issues going on when I first started this story and then I just lost momentum. But I am back, and I'm going to try my best to write a chapter every week or so. So be prepared for the angst and depression! Because this story is gonna go all out, and hopefully melt your heart in the process.
This story is still taking place back when I originally set it. So, in 2012?