Alyson's POV - I opened my eyes and slowly regained my breath to slow down my heavy breathing , after going threw the 5th nightmare that week. I could hear my heart rate slow down after it was practically beating out of my chest. I sat up on the old mattress that would always squeak when I moved. I threw the old, ripped and practically torn open blanket off my lap and rubbed my eyes. I looked around the old and rustically broken room and the holes and moss on the walls and trim. My bare feet touched the wooded flooring and I stood up and walked over to the old white dresser.
I placed my hand on the cold handle and reached in for something to wear. I ended up wearing a pair of worn out shorts with placed holes, and a blank yet grey and stained tank top with a flannel with stretched material tied around my waist. I slowly pulled on my black knee socks with two holes on the right one and three on the left. Then tied down my light brown and variously stained ankle high combat boots. I grabbed my fathers old bandanna and tied it around my wrist, and placed my light brown and highlighted hair into a messy up do. I closed the drawer and scratched at the white paint that slowly chipped off the dresser. I left the old bedroom and walked down the narrow and long hallway. (THIRD PERSONS POV) The floor boards always creaked and shuffled as someone walked down. The old and 90's styled light fixtures never got a change of light bulbs so the hallway always stayed dark.
Alyson's POV- I walked down the old wooded and broken steps and saw Cas in the kitchen by the old yet still working stovetop making pancakes, and humming along to a high C then low C tune and then returned to try not to burn the breakfast. She grabbed the plates and reached out to grab three but got her black sweater caught on the lower drawer handle while she was reaching and almost drops the three white glass plates. I sat down on one of the six wooden chairs.
Cas walked over and sat down a plate fully set with a pile of pancakes, I looked over at her freckled filled smiley face after she had just took a bit of one of the pancakes she cut and ate. She was wearing a black tank top with a new hole under her arm that I noticed almost right away. Other then her top she was also wearing short camo shorts with a dark brown belt, and black shin high boots with high laces.
As she moved her arm to reach for the syrup she sat on the table before hand I saw on the back of her forearm a huge scratch leading almost all up her arm.
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The last fight ..
Fanfiction(\ •^• /) Two girls thought they would grow up threw out their lives and she their future change with their loving smiles .. But what they didn't know is that society would change without them and won't stop until their both found dead .. ( my first...
