My name....my name is Charlotte Maryland Winchester. I'm the product of a drunk night between Dean Winchester and Sarah Marks. I saved the world once or twice. I've killed Lucifer, and I'm dying.
My name is Charlotte Maryland Winchester. I'm the...
It'd been exactly 37 minutes since Piper had left. They'd been watching a game called " football?" Which was very confusing since they don't use their feet in the game.
I feel a tug in my mind, a prayer. Piper. " I've got to go." I teleport to her. She stands in front of a hospital. " You can hear their cries, can't you?" Her voice was soft, her back turned from me just standing in front of the hospital. " Yes. Their prayers are loud." Their voices echoed through my mind, crying for anyone to help. " It's just children. Children are locked here, why can I hear their cries? I shouldn't be able to. Why can I hear them?!" She faces me and tears a falling down her face.
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" You have grace, therefore you have the right to hear them. Every Angel hears the cries, but it depends on whose. I guess you just have a calling for children." I say. " But I never wanted this! I wanted to go home! I wanted to see my dad again, to see my brother and you for gods sake! I wanna have my life back! I don't wanna have to be able to hear them!" She shouts and I pull her into my arms.
" It's fine, you're fine." I make the voices go for the time being. Ridding her from them. She takes my hand after cleaning herself up. She leads me towards the front door, and the doors open. The front desk is seated by an aged women. " Hello, how can I help you?" Her voice is rugged and tired. " Jane McCarthy? I'm her aunt, Elizabeth Fitzgerald and this is my Husband Arthur. We were wondering if we could maybe see her?" She asks gripping me closer and I can't help but smile.
" Room 179, walk down this hallway, take a left should be third door on your left." This women clearly does not like her job. " Come on honey." Piper drags me down the hallway. " She's gonna be scared." I whisper to Piper who is about to open the door. She takes a breathe and pushes open the door. " Please leave, I don't wanna hurt you please." A small pipsqueak voice begs.
The figure sits on the bed curled into a ball with black gloves on. Her hair was like a rag doll's. " Hey baby, we are here to help. We know that you can do things other kids can't. We know that you don't want to be here and we know that you aren't crazy. We want to help, we can get you out of here." Jane looks up, her eyes have bags and they were bloodshot.
" You don't understand if I touch you, you'll die! I can move stuff with my mind and if I get angry- if I get angry bad things happen." Piper nods. " I know honey. I know, I used to have a friend that when he got angry bad things happened. Now he didn't have superpowers but he had problems. We just want to help, it's thanksgiving and I bet you want to get out even if it's for today." Jane wearily nods and Piper goes to pull something out of her bag.
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