Supernatural

Beginning

Breathing is apart of a key that inevitably describes living.

Admin shot awake. She was having trouble breathing. She grasped onto her throat and held on, tightly. She took short, panted breaths until she finally calmed.

"Admin?"
She heard her name. She looked over to see her younger sister with a worried expression.
She caught her breath.
"I'm fine..."
"Another...?"

Another what? Another nightmare? Another panic attack? Both, actually.

She took a breath in and slowly let it out.
"Yeah..." She responded.
Raven, her sister pushed her blanket to the side and sat up further off of the bed.

"You can't keep shoving those away...They're going to bite you in the ass if you don't try and calm it down..."

Admin didn't respond.

No, her name wasn't really Admin. She hated her original name and stuck to this one, when her sister called her the "Administrator of the trashcan."

No, Raven wasn't her sisters real name either. Though she wasn't too proud of her own name either, and so they changed it.

They're known as the Middle Sisters.
Two, raving and crazed girls.

Raven lied back down and stared up at the ceiling.

She watched the top of the room as if it were moving back and forth and she was intrigued.
She looked back over at Admin. "You need to sleep, hon.."

Admin was too busy staring at the wall. She lied back down. "I don't want to go back to sleep..."

Raven sighed. "I know it's tough, but you need to rest..."
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After about half an hour, Raven made her way back to sleep, while Admin stared at the ceiling, contemplating anything really. She pondered the ceiling of this motel room, and that itself led to a massive wave of deep thoughts. Why where they in this motel room? Why had they taken this dreadful pathway in life? They had other options, and this is the one they chose?

Admin took a breath in, and slowly let it out.
She looked over at her sister. She was sleeping soundly. She was tired, she deserved a break.

So what was this mental case?
Maybe it was Insomnia, deciding it wanted her awake. Maybe it was the Sleep Paralysis, haunting her sleep. Maybe it was the Panic Attack not letting her go back to sleep. Or maybe could it even be the nightmares she has over millions of things, keeping her psyche similar to that of a bloody battle and the good side is losing.

She sighed to herself. She was getting trapped inside of her mind again. That feeling was absolutely anathema to her.

She didn't know how long it had been, she was just lying there. For the sun began to shine outside of her the window. She slowly sat up and stared outside of it.

She lifted the sheets and made her way out of the bed, stretching slightly. She looked down at Raven, sleeping soundly in the bed. Admin decided she would let her sister sleep for the moment being. She walked to her bag that rested on the table. It was a plain black bag. Multiple pockets. She unzipped the biggest one, and slid a laptop from it. She gently set it down on the table to let it rest there.

She made herself comfortable in her seat, her legs pulled up tightly to her chest, and opened the computer.

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"Psst.." She shook her sisters shoulder.

"Psssst." She did it again.

Raven stirred slightly in her sleep but eventually awoke for sure.
"What...?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.

Admin set the laptop in front of Raven. Raven sat up, and began to read.
"Two young teens, killed in an 'all-nighter asylum visit' ? Yeah.. Right.." She mumbled as she read on.
"Holes in their stomachs.. Organs missing.. Well..." Raven looked up to her older sister, sitting on the bed next to her, holding herself in a ball.
"Get the salt.."
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Admin happily set the last bag in their car. She didn't carry much with her. Neither did Raven. Which was good. They didn't have a home to contain their cluster-messes.

"I can drive!" Raven happily held up the keys. Admin nodded and got in the car, instantly busting out her phone to listen to her jams.

"Oh no, missy." She grabbed the phone from Admin's hands and set it in the cup holder. "This is family time."

Admin frowned.
"But.. But.. My jams.. "

Despite Admin being the older sister, she pulled off the cutest of faces that Raven couldn't resist. Which is what she was doing right now. Raven sighed and pulled the car out of park and began backing out of the parking lot. "Fine, play your music. You can plug it into the aux chord so we can at least both listen."

Admin happily grabbed the chord and her phone. Her and Raven always fought over the aux chord, so Admin finally gave up a long time ago and decided she would listen to her own music through headphones, and that's what she's done for about a year now.

She scrolled through her music library and finally decided on Anathema by Twenty One Pilots.

((You: WOW ADMIN BRINGING YOUR TWENTY ONE PILOTS OBSESSION INTO HERE TOO????????
Me: yes. Yes I am. Hello. It me. The trash.
YOU'RE FORGETTING I AM LITERALLY ADMIN TØP IS MY GARBAGE CAN))

"Ah... Feeling alternative music today, I see?"

She nodded happily.
"Yes! I'm always in a Twenty One Pilots mood."
"I know, Admin. Trust me. I know."

Boy diggity did she love her some good ol' twenty one pilots. She was always alwAYS down for that jam classic rock, but twenty one pilots held a huge place in her heart.

"Won't you go to someone else's sleep?
Won't you go to someone else's head?
Haven't you taken enough from me?
Won't you torture someone else's sleep?"

Both, Admin and Raven couldn't help but sing along. It was a lovely song. It made her feel as though she was high. Which is strange to say because she hasn't ever smoked anything before.

But boy would she make jokes about it. She would say "Blaze" when the clock hit 4:20, or she would say silly things like "pass the bong, my g." Or "hit me up with that weed, my g." And so on, but to be honest if anyone offered her drugs, she would scream and run away, or shoot them.