Chapter 13: Teenage Rage Monster

Morgan looked upon the dark, run down room as the night poured through the windows like a mixture of black ink and moonlight. There were old fissures running across the walls and the ceiling like an old house. The wood floors were warped but still holding. It was an empty room, until it wasn't. There was a girl in the middle of the room with long chestnut hair, perfectly straightened. Her face was hidden under the brim of a witch's hat. It was one of the classic hats that come with a costume for halloween. Her skin was lightly tanned with freckles everywhere. She seemed so familiar, her 5'1 stature, slightly slouched as her head looked at the ground. There was a gust of wind, coming through the open windows, making the hat sway slightly in the breeze as her hair blew about. The girl looked up and Morgan realized she was looking at herself. She was spectating herself. Morgan saw the look of fear on her own face as she realized that among the freckles on her body, there was blood, spattered all over her. It was in her hair, her black witch's dress that's fabric matched the hat, it was all over her skin, and it was all under her fingernails. At her feet, Morgan saw her familiar black combat boots, which were covered in a mix of blood and mud. It was in that moment, that Morgan was no longer the spectator. Out of nowhere, something crept out of the shadows and dragged her through the door as she screamed and clawed at the wood. Her hands bled as they repeatedly scraped against the wood.

"Help me!" Morgan screamed as she watched herself grow smaller and smaller as she was dragged into the darkness. The feeling of the large hands dragging her by her ankles changed as the grip traveled up her body. They grabbed her ankles, then her knees, her hips, her hands, her elbows as her chest was lifted from the ground, then she was being pulled backward by her hair.

Morgan woke up from the dream that she'd been having every night for the last month. It had begun with her waking up screaming, drenched in sweat. But at this point, Morgan had grown to expect the dream and what would happen. It was just another restless night, no different from the others. She looked over at the clock and it reat 5:59. That meant that the nightmare trend was kind enough to at least let her wake up a minute before her alarm was going to go off. Morgan turned off the alarm on her cell phone and rolled out of bed. She was happy that she didn't wake up sweating, or else her shower last night would've all been for nothing. She walked into her bathroom and got to business brushing her teeth. She rinsed her mouth out with some listerine and put some lotion on her face.

She brushed out her hair and put makeup. Morgan walked over to her closet and just grabbed a pair of jean shorts, a white camisole, and a large, loose fitting grey sweater. The sweater was big enough that the neckline hung off her shoulder. The teenager slipped into her black high tops and grabbed her backpack and her cheer bag. By the time Morgan made it into the main room, her dad was setting down a plate of chocolate chip waffles. Morgan gave her father a sort of dead inside look as she dropped her bags on the floor.

"You know me too well," she deadpanned as she sat down and drowned her waffles in butter and syrup, even going as far as putting some whipped cream on them.

"Are you okay, kiddo?" Dean asked as his daughter began to plow through her waffles.

"Fine, just tired," Morgan responded with a full mouth of food. She washed it down with orange juice and she powered through, eating the rest of the waffles like it was her job.

"You've gotta be pretty tired. You usually savor my cooking," Dean told her. She laughed.

"More like I'm so tired that this tastes even better that I can't stop eating it," She said to her father, flashing him a smile.

"Whatever you say," Dean laughed. Sam came in with a fresh pot of coffee and creamer with two mugs. Sam was gonna hand the second mug to Dean, but he noticed that he already had a mug. Morgan was quick to snatch the unused mug, seeing that there was only one end to the side effects of her sleep depravity. She poured the coffee and the creamer into the mug and started drinking. Sam and Dean both gave her a look.

"What?" She snapped at them. Sam shrugged as her father got back to whatever he was researching on his laptop.

"Nothing, just you drinking coffee is a little surprising," Sam told her in a quiet voice. She rolled her eyes before getting back to her breakfast. She finished her waffles and downed her coffee.

"Time to go, lads. My education beckons," Morgan deadpanned as she stood up from the table.

Morgan was falling asleep in class, but she was lucky. Today in her math class, they were simply watching a movie that she had already seen in middle school for a math class at Beechwood. Morgan's head lulled forward. Instead of letting her head keep rolling, she leaned her head on her hand and let her eyes fall closed. She immediately fell into the dream. She was in the witch costume, blood all over her, the monster comes out of the shadows and drags her into the darkness. The class bell rang and Morgan woke up, getting up from her desk and walking straight to lunch. She was glad that she had already made sure that her lunch was in her backpack. It had started raining outside, so Morgan went to find the group's usual indoor spot. It was the long table in the lunchroom closest to the window that looks over the outdoor courtyard.

"Woah, Mo. You look dead," Joseph said ask she sat down between him and Madison.

"Thanks, man. Didn't get much sleep last night," she told him. The group looked at her. "I got sucked into netflix," she lied. She got into eating her food. She wasn't very hungry, but she knew if she didn't eat she might pass out later at cheerleading. It was maybe ten minutes into lunch when Morgan realized it was oddly quieter than usual. There could only be one reason.

"Hey where's Jonah?" She asked, looking around the table. He wasn't there. Madison smirked. Joseph got up from the table and walked behind Morgan. She turned around to see Joseph holding a poster, it covering his face as Jonah came up to her with a football with glittery letter stickers spelling out a sentence. Morgan read the poster. It was a black poster with shiny purple bubble letters and cheerleading themed stickers around the words. It read: I would CHEER real LOUD if… Jonah threw her the football. She read the purple glitter letters. They said: I scored a date to HOMECOMING with you! Jonah walked up to her with a cookie monster cupcake from the bakery they went to two weeks ago with the whole friend group. It was a vanilla cupcake with vanilla icing, but there was a cookie dough ball in the middle and a tiny cookie on top.

"I would cheer real loud if I scored a date to homecoming with you," Jonah told her. Morgan felt hot in the face as madison was filming the whole thing on her phone. She didn't know what to do.

"Are you actually going to cheer?" Morgan asked, and Jonah shrugged.

"I don't know, will it affect your answer?" He asked her. Morgan laughed.

"If you don't cheer, I'll say yes," She told him. Jonah laughed.

"Okay," He laughed. Jonah gave her a hug as he strategically held the cupcake away from her person.

"Yes, I'll go to homecoming with you," She told him. He hugged her again before handing her the cookie monster cupcake. "And I better get a copy of that video," Morgan told Madison. Her best friend nodded, stopped the video, and proceeded to take a picture of the two of them with the prom ask poster and football. Morgan may have been extremely tired and drained, but this was something that made her feel a lot better. She couldn't stop smiling. But it was short lived. The moment Morgan was on her way to Science, they were stopped in the hallway. Lainey had grabbed Morgan by the arm and yanked her back towards the blonde.

"Who do you think you are?" Lainey growled. Morgan was caught off guard.

"Excuse me?" She snapped at the blonde. Lainey shoved Morgan into the lockers next to them.

"He's mine, Winchester! Stay away from him!" The blonde shoved her again. This time, Morgan's head hit the lockers, giving her a sharp pain and whiplash.

"Lainey, I swear to god. If you touch me one more goddamn time-" But Morgan was cut off by Lainey grabbing her arm and swinging her around the best she could, the psychic coming off balance and falling to the floor. She looked around first, thinking she could use her power to put Lainey in her place, but there were students crowding around them. Morgan could see Jonah and her friends in the crowd, but she looked to them and shook her head when they stepped to help her. This was her fight, and she was going to finish

"You see, Morgan, you'll stay down there if you know what's best for you," Lainey threatened with a scarily chipper tone of voice. Morgan stood up and stepped back faster than Lainey could hit her, dropping her backpack on the linoleum.

"Lainey freaking Lisowski," Morgan snapped at the blonde, condescending her. "I swear to god. Touch me one more time. I dare you," Morgan challenged her. The sound of the people around them chanting fight! fight! fight! was ringing in her hears. She could feel her adrenaline rising. Lainey punched her right in the face. Morgan already knew she was going to have a black eye. But one measly black eye from a weak white twig was nothing. She was barely phased by the hit, but Lainey gasped and shook out her wrist. By the looks of it, she probably sprained her wrist. She hit her again, punching her in the cheek. It was the same side of her face. The left side.

"Fight back!" Lainey prompted her. Morgan laughed.

"Are you done? Or are you going to get one more in?" She incited. Lainey groaned in frustration and swung another punch. Morgan grabbed her fist and stopped it in mid swing. The psychic had an iron grip on Lainey's balled up fist. As the blonde tried to pull it away, Morgan wouldn't let her.

"What the hell? Let me go!" Lainey protested. Morgan shook her head.

"You shoved me into the locker… twice. You gave me whiplash. You shoved me to the ground and threatened me if I didn't stay down. I stood up and you punched me in the face… twice," Morgan ranted as she held Lainey's balled up fist in place as she squirmed to get away from her. Morgan's stance was firm. She whipped lainey around, hitting her against the locker and pinned her against the metal with her forearm at the blonde's throat. "You think you're some hot shit at this school. Queen of the freshman, ruler of the halls. But in reality…" Morgan grabbed Lainey's arm and got her shoulder underneath the blonde's. The teenager threw Lainey through the air. Lainey flew through the air and landing maybe eight or nine feet away from Morgan, her skinny body hitting the ground with a thud. "In reality, Lainey… You're just a bitch."

"Winchester! Lisowski!" Morgan looked over to see the principal. "My office! Now!"