Concrete

Prolouge

I try to run out of that place, but got got a face of concrete as I'm tackled to the ground.

"Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you right now!" Hazel eyes scream into my face.

"Because if you shoot me, you'll have a lot of blood you have to clean up." I sigh. Oh, this has happened before. Me stealing and getting caught. My converse squeak on the tile floor as the man lets me up.

"I'm only letting you go because you're pretty, and it'd be a lot to explain if I shot you." He sticks his gun into the back of his pants, but I make no attempt at leaving.

"Pippa."

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Pippa Demetri. And you didn't not shoot me because you think I'm pretty or whatever, you did it out of pity. Because you know I had to be desperate to break into here. So, my name is Pippa." At the end, I suck in a breathe, waiting for the shot that would end my life.

"My name is Sam. Sam Winchester."

That's how I entered this horrid yet beautiful life. And met Sam Winchester. The cause and solutions to all my problems.