Amber looked out the window of the living room.
Dean walking up behind her, he grabbed her arms.
"Please don't do that, I don't like that" she said.
He let go.
"Alright, I'm only trying to comfort you?" replied Dean.
She turned around.
"Oh, is that what you call it, beating me up all these years, giving me bruises on my face and pushing me around like I'm nothing" yelled Amber.
"I don't know what you're talking about, I don't even know you" replied Dean.
There was a table behind her that she didn't see.
Dean was trying to warn her.
"Don't think that would work" said Amber coaky.
She then tripped backward's and knocked herself out.
"Amber, are you okay?" asked her friend that was their.
She was standing in her home. Back in 2008.
Amber closed her eye's dead, the idea of her walking away from it all, just an idea, just a hope that we would like to call, The Twilight Zone.
