Not a saviour [destiel]

Chapter 4

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Chapter three: finally seeing the opposite

I struggled to gasp.

Where was i?

What's going on?

Why can't i move!

I started to panic, scared.

The world spun above me. My head hurt. I couldn't make sense of what was going on.

Where was my friend? I was just with him.

I opened my mouth to scream his name but nothing came out. Nothing. I couldn't hear anything.

I was scared. I had been so many places and seen so many things but I had never gotten this scared before.

Why can't someone help me?

Suddenly everything focused like the tipping point of a knife.

I could hear. I could fully see and I could finally move my body.

I slowly got up, feeling a bit unsteady as my head swam.

Above me, the sun beat down on my head as it hung highly in the sky, licking a crown of heat along my hair.

But I felt cold. Cold as ice.

I shook my head. Something happened and I needed answers as soon as possible.

Beneath my feet was a dirt road that seemed to stretch for miles for one way. The other way just went to a old, broken down house in the heaps of junk that surrounded it.

I quickly recognised the house and started toward it, my steps full of panic as they hit the ground quickly.

Not paying attention to anything I stormed through the yard and twisted and turned through a labyrinth of junk and trash. It smelled a bit funny but the smell was familiar.

Once I reached the house I climbed up the steps, though they didn't creek under my weight like they usually do. Weird.

I looked down at the chipped, worn porch that looked so rickety and broken. I was surprised it didn't fall apart from all the abuse it got.

I looked back up to see my friend stand in front of me, his eyes scanning around him.

I didn't hear him come out.

His hair was messy and dirty. It needed a good wash but he didn't seem to notice. His clothes flapped in the light wind as the sun lightly only touched his shoes, the porch blocking most of the sun.

I slowly walked toward him.

"hey? what's going on?" I asked, my voice quieter then I meant it to be.

He just stared out in the distance, his eyes looking sad.

"Hello?" I asked, waving my hand in front I his face. He didn't react.

'What's going on?' I thought. 'Some kind of joke?'

I felt a spark of anger light up in me. I don't like this and I needed answers. What was going on?

"Look at me! this isn't funny!" I yelled.

Nothing. He didn't even flinch.

His face looked years older, his eyes sad and cold.