Keep Me Holy

Epilouge

I look up, gasping. I'm back in the hallway. "No- no!" I yell, standing up. I run down the hall to where my class would be. I throw the door open and look in.

"Oh, Ms. Redford, so nice of you to join us. How about you take your seat now." he gestures to my chair.

I slowly walk to my seat and sit down. For the next 45 minutes I stare st the wall in front of me.

-ring ring-

I stand up and walk to the band room, not caring if I run I to people on the way. Once I'm in the room, I walk straight to the storage room. I fall to the floor and burst into tears. I can't help it. I can't stop crying. Everything that happened flashes through my head.

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I sit in the back seat and stare out the window as we drive down the road. Trees, cars, people, all those things pass us by. It's silent in the car. Only the sound of our breathing fills the area.

"So, Ashley," Dean starts, "Where are you from?"

"Michigan," I sigh, "I've lived there for eighteen years. I've always called it home."

"Was it nice? In Michigan?" Sam asks, turning to me.

"It was manageable. For the first ten years, it was heaven. Everything started to go downhill after that. The neighborhoods became less safe, people you knew started moving away, more and more thugs started coming around, and I was scared for my life."

"Well," Dean sighs, "Sounds like a blast."

"I moved to a different city a year and a half ago, but I put my friend's house down as my address so I could still go there." I shrug.

"Well, that's the most interesting thing I've heard." Sam turns back aroumd, sighing.

"What about you two? What's your story?" I rasise a brow.

Sam and Dean look at each other for a moment, silence filling the car.

"Well, it all started when I was about six months old. Dean was a few years older. There was a fire, and it killed our mom. I don't remember much about her, but Dean does. After that, we moved around a lot. We we're raised by a family friend, Bobby. He's more like our father, really. Our own father wasn't the best, but Bobby was. He was amazing, and made us feel like kids. We grew older, I went to college, and my dad wasn't happy about it-"

"Wait wait," I stop him for a second, "Your dad was mad that you were going to college?"

"Yeah," he sighs, "He wanted me to be in the family business with him and Dean, but I didn't want that. At least I didn't until my girlfriend died in a fire."

"Oh my God.." I gasp quietly.

"Yeah, it wasn't a good time for him." Dean jumps in, "We've lost so many family members and friends, we barely have anyone left."

I can almost feel tears now. "I'm so sorry. That's the most terrible thing I've ever heard. I'm not usually emotional like this," I take a breath, "I'm truly sorry."

"It's alright." Sam says quietly.

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'Welcome, welcome, one and all!' A man in a top hat walks in front of me. His eyes are black as coal. 'Welcome to Hell's Gate!'

'What the hell is goign on?' I ask to the man.

'Why, you're at the circus dear! And you're the main event!' He laughs heartily. I scream as ropes are suddenly thrown around me. 'Don't worry, we won't hurt you to much!'