The Fall || supernatural

Chapter One

I remember where it all started... Okay, well, maybe I don't.

I don't remember anything from before I was found in front of the Hospital with a large animal scratch down my torso starting at the top of my left shoulder, down to my bellybutton, where it seems to widen. No one knew my name, nor any medical information of mine, I had nothing on me except the clothes on my back and a necklace with a charm, with a star and some weird squiggles on it, and a Polaroid of two men taken from the backseat of a car that was tucked into my jacket. I was a hopeless case with my amnesia, and was transferred to many hospitals around the country until I ended up on the other side of the country,right outside of Lake County, California. I don't know my real name but a nice nurse at the final hospital helped me pick one. Wendy Oliver.

It's been 4 years since the accident and thanks to the nice nurse at the hospital, Gretchen, I now own her house. She gave it to me, along with most things is it due to her and her husband moving to Florida. I now run her old greenhouse/farming business and live in her old house in a small town outside of Lake County, California. I still remember basic things, like education, but it still feels like I'm missing something, or someone... I don't know maybe I'm just being crazy.

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I wake up at 5 AM, the loud squawking of my alarm causing my ears to ring slightly. I literally roll out of bed and on to the floor, and slowly make my way to the bathroom to shower, and ready myself for this day. I freshen up, and change into my regular working attire; a pair of tan shorts, and a pastel blue tank top. I head down to the kitchen and start the coffee maker, the news buzzing in the background.

"In other news, local man, Kyle Willis found dead this morning, his heart missing and contusions on his left temple. More to follow at 7." My heart drops at this. Kyle was a previous employee here, and a regular at the greenhouse. He was the one who helped me learn the ropes here. I can't believe he's gone...

I decide to bail on going into the fields this morning and I plan to make a trip to see his wife, Shannon, and their son, Marcus instead. I quickly drink my coffee and jog out into the already warm air. I slip on my bike helmet and hop on my baby, start my way to the store, picking up a box of muffins from the bakery, and making my way to the Willis home.

I reach the house within a short matter of time and quickly hop off. I take my helmet off and sit it on the seat. I jog to the door and knock a few times, and almost immediately am I greeted by a tear streak faced Shannon.

"Oh, honey," I quickly wrap my arms around her, slightly squishing the box of muffins. She sobs into my shoulder, clutching me. She pulls away and pulls me into the house. I walk her into the kitchen and she pulls out a stool and sits at the island. I sit the muffins down and turn to the kettle filling it with water and sitting on the burner. I also turn to the coffee maker and start a fresh pot. I open the muffin box and slide it to her.

"Eat, you aren't helping yourself if you don't eat." She gives me a teary smile. I walk around the island and down the hall and give a chaste knock on Marcus's door. He swings it open, his eyes red and puffy. I smile softly at him and pull him into a tight hug. Like his mother, he grips me tighter. I pull away after a bit and shake my hand through his hair.

"C'mon squirt. I brought muffins, chocolate chip." He gives a small smile and I sling my arm around his shoulders. I lead him to the kitchen and he sits next to his mom. I bring out three mugs, and pour coffee into two of them, and then pour the hot water from the kettle into the other. I grab a chamomile tea packet and put it into the one and slide it to Marcus. He gives me a sad smile, and takes it gratefully, I do the same with Shannon. I hand her the creamer from the fridge and she gives me a similar smile to Marcus's. I sit across from them, with my mug of black coffee.