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Riptide: a noun:
a dangerous area of
strongly moving water in the sea,
where two or more currents meet
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Also:
A strong negative feeling
or force that is difficult to control.
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Or
In witch an old family friend comes back into...
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Soft music played inside a small room. No lyrics were sung, only the angelic melody of a piano drifted through the air.
A girl stood in the middle of the room; her bed was pushed against the furthest wall for more floor space.
Her feet were tied by a pink ribbon that attached to small ballet slippers that were practically brand new. She had yet mastered the art of standing on the tip of your toes, but she was getting close with every practice. Her mind floated as she did every step. She tuned everything out except for the music that helped her move swiftly against the wood floor.
She counted the steps in her head, a slow count with every jump and Pirouette. She did it once, but as she tried to do it again, the sound of a door opening caused her to lose her focus so she lost balance.
"Sorry, pumpkin." The voice of her father said as he opens the door wider. The girl sighed and went over to the small radio and turned off the music.
"S'okay." She said. She walked over to her bed and hopped on. Bobby Singer followed and sat beside her. He helped her take off her ballet slippers and placed them on the bedside table. He gave a heavy sigh and rubbed his tired face with his hand.
"Hey, you—you remember one time meeting my friend John Winchester that one time?" He started. She was only 5 when she met him. He came by after a hunt to get patched up, his boys left at a motel not far from them.
Not remembering, the girl pondered for a little, she tried her best to place the face to the name but she couldn't remember who he was talking about. She shook her head. "No. Who's he?"
"He's a friend—he's gonna be stayn' here for a couple days, he's got two boys just about your age, well, the older one is; the younger one, he's well, younger...."
The small girl smiled, "okay. When are they coming?"
"Tomorrow. That okay?" Bobby watched her nod and a small smiled grew on his face. The girl in front of him always made him smile. She was his world; she was the one thing that kept him going. He hated that she knew of the horrors that go bump in the night, but that never seemed to bother her.
She was a light.
Bobby raised his hand and rubbed her head, messing up her brunette hair, the girl swatted his hand away, a giggle escaped past her lips.
