"Aren't we all Damaged?"
Being a Hybrid has its perks, but it also has its disadvantages. Abigael had been on both ends of those sticks, she's been on them for a while. But there was a fraction in the Demon world that would want her dead and another...
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I got out of the main ward, and walked through the hallway, trying to figure out where my Mother's voice was coming from. But since leaving the ward, it had faded like a distant memory. I felt cold, colder than I should be.
I aimlessly walked through the hallway, and noticed that it was empty of life. I stopped in my tracks as if I felt eyes upon me. I turn my head behind to see no one in sight. Twisting my head back around, I was met with a sight I could never forget. No matter how I tried.
It was that of the tree my Mother was hanging on. The fog was thick, but the tree stood tall and visible to me. As if on cue, a body appeared from behind, a thick rope around their neck, as they swung forward. They swung back and forth, but I knew who it was.
"Abigael," my name was spoken, an eerie sound, more like a whisper echoing out in the forest. I couldn't bear to watch any longer and turn on the spot. But my sight was met with my mothers lifeless eyes, they looked glassy as if she wasn't all here and dead to the world. Her skin gray drained of life, wearing the same outfit all those centuries ago.
"My daughter," she said with an emotionless expression. No shift in tone, or emitting any emotion from her voice. "You disappoint me," I was stunned by the words she spoke. I knew it wasn't real, but at the same time it felt so real. "You should be the one who died. Not me," the words cut deep, and struck my heart. I always felt guilty about my Mother's death. Even to this day, I blame my actions.
"You-You're not real," I stumble out the words, but my eyes could not move from her lifeless gaze. "You're not real," I repeated the word, and closed my eyes tightly. Suddenly, I felt a touch to my shoulder, and I snapped open my eyes to be faced with the hallway that I was in, but now it wasn't empty.
"Nurse Halliwell, are you alright?" One of the orderlies spoke, making me connect with their concerned gaze.
"Fine," was my reply, with a tight lipped smile. I quickly walked away from the eyes of the orderly, and that of multiple patients. Was I finally losing my grip on reality? Have I finally lost it? Very unlikely. I should have just used an illusion spell to make me only visible to the boys, but then they would totally think they were crazy. I hugged myself as I continued to walk down the hallway. I needed to find the boys.
After wandering the different hallways, I could see Dean coming down with a group of other patients. His gown tied, and his hand buried deep in the pockets. I made my way past the patients just as Dean raised his head and met my gaze. However, at the same time, Sam came out of a nearby room.
"Dean, Hey," Dean turns around to face his brother, as I just came to stand next to Dean who looked a bit weird. "You ok?" Sam questioned, frowning his eyebrows at Dean.
"I just got 'thraped'," he announces, meaning he just got schooled by one of the psychologists here. "So, no, I am not ok. Tell me you found something," Dean was eager to kill this thing, and bolt.
