Bella absolutely loves Supernatural as well as the actors. But, unfortunately, her family is pretty poor and can't afford to go to a convention. So, she's really shocked that for her 13th birthday her family combined their efforts and money to send...
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8 Months Later
Today is the day where my whole life turned around.
It's the one year anniversary of my family's death.
It's been an entire year since my family was killed.
From the moment I woke up, I knew what day it was.
How could I not?
It was embedded in my brain.
The day I lost everything.
I had mostly moved on from their deaths. With Jensen, Danneel, Justice, Jared, Misha, and so many more people, I was not alone. I had people who loved me, who needed me. They helped me remember all of the good times I had with them instead of focusing on the fact that I would never do them again. It was all because of them that I was okay.
But, none of that mattered today. No matter what they would say or do, I knew that no one could make me feel better.
When the morning rolled around, I woke up earlier than everyone else. I didn't get up, I couldn't get myself to. I just laid in bed and thought about my family, trying to keep myself from crying.
I laid in bed for about an hour before I heard a knock on the door.
"Bella? Are you awake?"
It was Danneel.
"Yeah, I'm awake."
I watched the door knob twist before the door slowly opened. She walked in and sat on the foot of my bed.
"I'm made chocolate chip pancakes and there's a stack next to a glass of chocolate milk waiting for you."
"Okay, thanks mom. I'll be down in a minute."
She nodded and went back downstairs, closing the door softly behind her.
It's like they were afraid any little thing would set me off today.
And, well, they were probably right. It was taking everything in me not to break down.
I sat in bed for a few minutes before finally getting up and heading downstairs. If I walked any slower I could've been a turtle.
I finally made it downstairs and into the dining room. Jensen, Justice, and Danneel were all sitting at the table. They were already eating and where I usually sat was a plate with a couple of pancakes on it. And right next to it was a glass full of chocolate milk.
I slowly made my way over to my spot. I could see Jensen and Danneel's eyes following my every move. Their body language and faces were screaming concerned. Justice, of course, was still too young to understand what was going on. She was happily eating the pancakes. The sight brought a small smile to my face.
I saw Jensen and Danneel look slightly relieved that I was currently smiling and not crying my eyes out.
The pancakes were amazing as always, but in my current mood, I didn't have an appetite. I picked at the pancakes for a little before I realized I was still being given concerned looks. I forced myself to eat everything that was on my plate and once I was done, I excused myself and headed back to my room.
I don't know how long I laid in bed, my mind completely blank. I didn't know what to think or what to do. It could've been seconds, minutes, hours.
I was on the brink of tears when I heard another knock on my door.
"Sweetheart?"
It was Jensen this time. I didn't say anything. I was too afraid that I would start to cry if I did.
He knocked on the door again before he cracked the door open. I watched as the door opened up more and he walked in. He made his way towards me slowly and sat on the bed.
We sat in silence for a minute before I moved and rested my head on his shoulder. I guess, I just wanted comfort from someone who was there that day. The only people who that included was Jared and Jensen and Jared was probably at home with his kids.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and we sat continued to sit there in silence. I could see that Jensen was deep in thought. I, on the other hand, was just trying my best not to cry. I cried way too much and I know my family wouldn't want me to cry over them, especially a year after their deaths.
I can't keep myself from wondering how it happened.
Did the killer use a knife or a gun?
Had they only been killed during the day, a couple of hours before I got the phone call?
Or, did the killer sneak in at night?
Were their deaths slow and painful or quick with no pain at all?
Did they have any regrets?
Were they in heaven now?
I had so many questions, but they would never be answered. That just made things worse.
His arm tightened around me as much as possible a few moments later.
All of the sudden he stood up, leaving me less than okay.
"Get dressed in something nice, we're going out."
I looked up at him in shock.
Really?
You're you want to go out, today?
"Dad, I don't want to go anywhere."
He looked down at me sadly and put his hand on my head.
"Just get dressed and meet us downstairs."
With that, he walked out and shut the door, leaving me alone.
To Be Continued...
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