40 years.
That what it was. What it felt.
Ever since that night I thought; "It was for my brothers and I don't regret it. I will never regret it if this would keep them alive."
My name is Scarlett Winchester. And I was in Hell.
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It was just like everyday; Pain, torment, screams, the blood, filth and the fear and agony. The screams never stopped. I never stopped. But all of a sudden, I stopped screaming.
My eyes opened wide and I coughed, gasping for air but I couldn't. I couldn't see anything. Everything was so dark. I quickly moved my hands to my pockets, pulling out my lighter and lighting it.
I was in a pine box.
I tried to speak, but my voice was hoarse, "Help!" I coughed, clearing my throat as I gasped for air again. "Help! Help! Sam! Dean!"
I pushed up against the lid above my head. Dirt came trailing inside to my face but I continued to push up at the lid until it broke and the dirt filled the box. I crawled through the dirt to the top, reaching a hand out of the ground.
I reached my other hand, pulling myself out of the ground. I groaned and gasped for air. I opened my eyes and lay on my back on the green grass. I looked up at the blue sky.
Then I pulled myself up to sit slightly and I stared at a cross, placed behind the spot I crawled from. The cross, the box - it was real. I was dead and this was my own grave.
I got up, looking around the clearing I was in. I stared in confusion; all of the trees surrounding my grave had fell in the opposite direction, creating a ring around me.
I was alive. But how I was back?
It felt 40 years at the Pit but up here, I didn't knew how much time had passed.
I wrapped my hoodie around my waist as I walked down an empty road and approached to a gas station after a little while. I walked to the door that had a closed sign on the door and pounded. "Hello?" I called but my voice was still hoarse.
I pulled off my hoodie as I glanced around. I rolled up the hoodie over my hand and then broke the glass on the door. I unwrapped the hoodie and unlocked the door from the inside. I opened the door and stepped in, closing it after me.
I walked around the place and stopped at a fridge where there were bottles of water. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle. I gulped at it before I pulled the bottle from my lips, gasping.
I looked around the spot before my eyes caught a sight of the newspapers. I walked over to it and grabbed a newspaper and looked at the date. I was shocked for what I read.
Thursday, September 18th, 2008
"September?" I asked quietly, looking out of the window. I was killed by the Hellhounds in May 2, 2008. How the hell it could be FOUR months here while it felt like a lifetime in Hell?
I placed the newspaper back and walked to the bathroom. I washed my face in a dingy sink, then used my hoodie to dry my face.
I looked up and stared at my reflection. I glanced in my reflection at my clothes. I pulled my shirt up to see that my body was completely healed. It was completely fine after being torn to shreds by the Hellhounds. I pulled my shirt down and pulled my hair to the side and slightly pulled my short sleeve down a little to see that the Anti-Possession tattoo was still there on my chest close to my left shoulder.
I winced when I moved my arm. It started to hurt like hell. I raised my sleeve on my left shoulder to reveal a large, red handprint on my arm. I stared at it for a moment before slowly pulling my sleeve back.
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FanfictionThe Little Winchester Sister - Fourth Book: Scarlett Winchester was mysteriously brought back from the dead after four months, and she, Sam and Dean don't know by what, or who so the three set out to find out who saved Scarlett.