𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝¹ || 𝘥. 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳

𝟏|| 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵

IN MY TIME OF DYING
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  IF ALEXANDRA KNEW one thing, it was that the supernatural roamed the earth.

     She'd known it for years, ever since an ex-boyfriend of hers had confessed his secret life as a supernatural hunter. At first, she thought it had been a lie; a way to get past her curious questions. 

      But it turned out to be true, so very true.

     She'd witnessed it, and one nearly ended her life that of 10 years ago, but said boyfriend had been there just in time.

     If only he could save her from this.

HOSPITAL
SIOUX FALLS, SOUTH DAKOTA
July 16th, 2006

Only an invisible wall parted a daughter from her mother. One that was defined by consciousness and unconsciousness.

The mother had no breath of her own, only the one given to her by a machine. The daughter sat curled up in an armchair across the room, staring aimlessly at the hospital bed.

     A coma, the doctor's had explained in more detail than she had the energy to listen to.

     Alexandra sat across the room, far from her mother's bed. Her arms were draped around her legs, clutching them tightly. Her gaze was stuck to the space ahead; her mother.

     It shouldn't have played out like this, she thought to herself. Nothing had gone into the right direction. Her mother was dying, her situation worse than it would've been if the hospital of Rocksworth had been rebuilt already. Her brother was missing, which didn't make sense at all. And the community pointed fingers at her, since no other suspects had been found.

     Alex had little choice in the matter. It was either stay with her estranged, dying mother or sit in a cold cell with cops rushing to prove their theory. With her limited options, she chose the warmer and more comfortable choice.

     But it wasn't fully unbound, because a cop stood outside, making sure she wouldn't escape, and would also check now and then, primarily because of the sheriff's order: "make sure Alexandra doesn't try and finish the job."

     Life seemed to push Alex down a path she had no control over. Where she was alone, where barely anyone believed her, and with no answers.

     She knew that most everyone in Rocksworth, believed she'd done it. But some knew that Alexandra wasn't capable of such violence.

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     It was quiet.

     Apart from the faint beeping noise in the distance and very light steps, Dean heard nothing.

     He gained consciousness from whatever sleep he'd had, and sat up, finding himself in a room he didn't recognize. A light feeling took over him, as if something was different, disconnected.

     He worked his aching jaw as he gazed around the room. Dean glanced down at his clothes, a white t-shirt and blue pants, noting he was in the hospital. He got off the bed, the floor cold against his bare feet, and quietly made his way into the hallway.