Eva Triology: {{ So Realistic }} [COMPLETED]

Because it has to be like this

I search for something special I can feed my stomach with, it growls for something humans eye never witnessed. Eatable crayons. We are in a food land, here is everything possible. You can find wheelchair which is more than eatable, I was reading about it on the internet and people say that tastes something like every meal you have ever loved mixed with every possible drink you loved watering your insides with. So it must be really, really, really, really good.

I search for it, what it seems, for days until I finally find it. Eatable crayons right next to those awesome wheelchairs. My saliva drops on the plastic floor as I take that in my hand, wondering if that is really real. It's like a dream, finally finding it is more than I could ever want. I open one package, very aware of other people looking at me. I place it on the tip of my tongue and rub onto my very white teeth. It tastes heavenly.

I close my eyes and enjoy the moment the longest I can. Stuff like this only last for 40 seconds, I counted. Best. 40. Seconds. Of. My. Fridgin. Life. Enjoyement was despicable. I take countless packages of those wheelchairs and eatable crayons and try to find that person who will tell me the amount of money I must give. Once I find it, I pay with that paper stuff called money and which are here to control our lives and exit that magnificient store.

Walking down the way my poor memory remembered Dean parked his car I slowly finish every single piece and throw what is left of it, empty bags. Once I reach to the spot, car is gone. Impala is gone! Dean and Sam are gone! I am all alone in the middle of nowhere! Without money, fat from candies and thirsty like crazy! Why?! Why?! Why?!

They left without me! They didn't even look back at my poor existence. They just left along with all my stuff! I examine the area once more and find my suitcases being thrown on a pile of junk. I fall on the concrete dramatically and cry my soul out for being ditched like others when they have to go to a prom. I pull my hand through my long straight hair and pull a little just to stop crying, because that is what other girls do when they try to pull themselves together.

I was too dramatic, they ditched me for a reason. And I am about to find out why they did what they did and ran off so easily after they did what they did. We, girls, don't make sence when our heart is broken. But they will pay for what they did to me after I find out why they did that.

I am not the one they should ditch, I should have ditch them before they ditch me. Those sons of a bitches. Wait, they are brothers. So that means they are sons of a bitch? Son of a bitches? Ugggh son of a beach! I am talking, well thinking, nonsencess. Dumb.

I stand up and take all of my suitcases and draw some Rambo lines on my face and I am determined to find them. I just have to pull my thumb up and someone will stop and pick me up. So, I come at the edge of the road and put my finger in the air. But there are no cars to be found. Well, isn't it amazing?! God, why do you hate me so much? All of the sudden, one car stops beside me. One man appears and with questionable look he points at my suitcases and I nod. Because nowdays, people speak through glares and glances.

I jump inside the car and buckle my seatbelt and look at the driver. Nice lines of his face, staring dark eyes and shuffled black hair. Smile is plastered on his face as he raises his thick eyebrows at me.

"Where are you heading?" He asks with his angelic voice as he doesn't even blink once! Excitement overloading. Without answering on his question I point my finger on empty road and scream on top of my lungs.

"FOLLOW THAT CAR!" I scream, I must repeat my actions in case you forget how I said it. I look back at the driver and he seems very, wait no... utterly confused. It's so much easier to use 'utter' as a decoration for faces people do or actions dumb beings make. My smile and enthusiasm are utterly gone when he raises one of his nicely shaped eyebrows.

"There is nothing in front of us, just road," He says again with that angelic voice, I close my eyes to repeat it couple of times in my head.

"Oh, okay. Just hit the road. I am determined young lady, in the middle of nowhere, hunting two brothers who ditched me," I explain all in one. "My name is Eva Mangal by the way," I say and reach out with my hand in a strong wish to shake his own. I must feel his skin on mine so I can masturbate on it later. Whoops, again me and my dirty mind.

"I am Jacob Black," He says and squeezes his jaw, instead of my hand. Why do all guys do that? They think it's sexy? Because it is. More imagination for masturbation. I slap myself to push away those thoughts and Jacob just glares at me but continues to drive anyway, "So, why did they did what they did?" He asks, well, his mind is fucked up just like mine.

"Because they think that I am a ditchable prom date. Which I am not," I say and start to eat my banana in a very sexual way. I look at Jacob and he doesn't even notice my seduction. Damn, am I that ugly? Then I remember I have Rambo lines all over my face and I hide myself under the seat to wipe it off and make whole new look for myself. With different powders and eyeshadows. Once I am done with my whole make up I reveal myself to Jacob once more.

"Look I am not interested in you, my only true love is Bella. Wait no, Reneesme. Or her daughter? I am not sure, but you don't drawn my attention like one of them," He explains and squeezes the wheel he was holding to control this car. I gather my eyebrows and immediately remember how Sam does it and I start to cry again. Jacob flatters himself by thinking I cry because of him.

I push his hand away and cuddle my sheet to relax my itching nerves and calm my broken heart. I FRIDGIN LOVED YOU SAM!

As we drive, again starts one song that just iritates my broken state. Disturbed- sound of silence. I whine and whine and whine until I don't have my voice anymore. So I just decided to fall asleep and I do.

Next thing I remember I am awoken by another man. He was wearing short shirt on this cold weather. His hair was also black like his eyes, he had tattoo which made my brain remember Sam and Dean have one.

SAM AND DEAN I FREAKISHLY LOVED YOU! I start to cry some more, because no girl stops crying after remembering ol' good times. He carries me inside where I am greeted by a wonderfull woman with huge scar on her face. That man puts me on my feet and I thank him for such an effort. Because I am fat.

"I am Sam. You are?" He asks and that brings me another flash of pain. He is called the same as Sam! Oh my my. I will not survive this life. My eyes widen themselves at him as I kick with my head on his abs and run away. I yell and cry and do some push ups and cry some more. It starts raining like clouds are crying with me.

Great.

I curl up in a ball. I fall asleep again. I am carried. I am placed on the soft matress. I start to snore.