The room smelt like sulfur yet again. I pushed my self off the floor where I had fallen asleep. My body was stiff from where I had passed out on the meddle of my bedroom floor as I tried to stretch and get some blood flow to my left leg.
From after all time I had spent looking through all these papers I had barely learned a single HELPFUL thing about them. Except for the fact they were good people.
They did more help than harm.
The fact that they were here. Working as FBI agents on this case about the murder of my neighbor just confirmed the fact that my mother is possessed by something supernatural. Maybe they could help. If I talked to them maybe they could help my mother and leave and everything could go back to the way it's supposed to be.
But why did they have the same last name?
Maybe they're fake. Obviously. The book. They are living the life of the book characters. Which truthfully is a bit ridiculous to call your self your favorite character in a in some sort of story. You don't see me going around, fighting crime and calling my self batgirl.
No that I was standing up and had regained feeling and movement in my leg, I some how managed to get myself over to my closet so I could change into some pajamas for the rest of night. I pulled out a comfy dark grey crew neck sweatshirt that had the words NIKE embroidered on it. I was going to change out of my leggings but then I caught I sight of myself in the mirror which made me walk closer to it so I could examine myself.
My eyes were slightly red around the corners either from sleeping or spending a few hours reading. My lips were dry, my hair was astray, and I had the biggest and darkest circles underneath my eyes. But they were just as green as before. I didn't look as bad as I thought I did. And my-
There was a loud thump from down stairs that made me jump. Followed by some other noise that I couldn't make out. The sound of glass shattering made me even more nervous as I wrapped around my chest. The sound sounded like rustling but every once in a while there would be a grunt of some sort or a the sound of something slamming it's self against the wooden floors.
I was petrified.
But I was even more petrified when it stopped.
I waited a few moments.
Nothing.
Before I could even stop myself, my feet began to take quiet steps towards my bedroom door. My hand rested against the gold door knob as I turned it slowly so it wouldn't make any noise. It's pulled open with ease and as soon as I could see a crack of the hallway the smell was nauseating.
Sulfur.
I took a few steps out of my room and tiptoed down the stairs so I could see the living room and part of the kitchen. All the lights were on but it was still dead silent. Maybe I should call out and see if anyone's home.
Idiot.
There were some papers sitting on the kitchen table and they were my mothers. Her favorite pages ripped out of magazines. I pushed my hair back behind my ear and let out a sigh. What were those noises? It was probably nothing. I'm paranoid. Let's just go up stairs, call your dad, and everything will be fine. Ok.
I took a few steps away from the table and I passed the kitchen when I stepped in something wet. It wasn't a drop it felts like someone had dumped a bucket of water on the middle of the floor. I looked down at the ground and my heart sank.
It wasn't water.
It was blood.
I'm too late. The demons killed my dad. How is this happening? I'm too late. He's gone. He's gone. The thing in my mom has now killed my dad.
I took a deep breath and tried to keep in the tears but my eyes started to water and slightly blur my vision. Every step into the kitchen was slow and shaky. As I moved on there was only more and more blood. She made him suffer. My heart pounded faster and faster in my chest and I felt as though I had something stuck in my throat that wouldn't let me cry out. I turned to corner and I was horrified.
There, lying in a puddle of blood, was my mother.
Blood was all over her body. I ran to her without thinking and knelt down next to her tears streaming down my cheeks as I reached my hand out to touch her.
"Mom." was all I managed to choke out. Most of the blood seemed to be coming from somewhere in her chest and had bled every where. Her eyes were closed and blood was smeared on her face and was all in her hair. I touched her shoulder and shook it softly.
She didn't move.
"Mom?" My breathing was rapid and fast and shook her harder as I called out her name louder and tried to keep myself from screaming.
Call 911.
I checked her pulse in her neck and found nothing.
"Oh god no." I whispered, "please. Just...please no."
I pushed myself up and looked for a phone. There wasn't one in the kitchen. I ran to the living room and checked the coffee table and yet again found nothing. Upstairs. Go get your cell phone. Call 911. Then call Sam and Dean. Save mom.
My thoughts were every where and I didn't know what to do. I started to run to the stairs when I saw a figure standing in the pathway to my cell phone.
Dad.
Does I not know what happened? I opened my mouth to tell him about mom but stopped when he said nothing about my bloody clothes.
"Oh, there you are sweetie. I've been looking all over for you."
A smile made its way onto his face and he blinked.
Black.
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