Broken Things (A Supernatural FanFic)

THIS ISNT THE STORY YET: I tend to switch points of view and never stick to one character. I think it is fun and entertaining. Just to warn you ahead of time. Also I realized that some of my breaks in the story dont show up on he app and it will seem like points of view are changing randomly and I apologize!!! I had no idea that would happen!... but... Enjoy.

“What a beautiful night.” I whispered as I wrapped my arms safely around me.

            Brandon nodded beside me and looked up into the stars. “Perfect night for a date.”

            “This isn’t a date.” I stated flatly. “Rachel made me come out here with you so that you would stop bugging her.”

            He shrugged and looked at the ground. Brandon Summers lived two blocks from me and thought that we were meant for each other. He was always showing up at the resturaunt Rachel and I waitress at asking for a date with me. Rachel finally got fed up and made me come along. I think she just felt bad for the guy. He was twenty and still living in his parents basement. He had no job and spent his days walking around town aimlessly.

            “I am sorry if you thought this was something special, but you know I don’t feel that way about you. You will find-“ I started trying to be kind.

            “The perfect girl? Who will love me for who I really am?” He sighed and stood from the blanket he had laid out for us. He turned and looked down at me. He looked angry and I got goosebumps. “You are that girl, Emily. Why won’t you love me?”

            I stood and faced him calmly. He was beginning to scare me with his eyes. “Love can’t be forced, it just happens. And it didn’t happen between us.”

            He balled his hands into fists and my heart stopped. My whole body grew numb and cold. He looked like he would punch the tree next to us if not me. He took a step toward me. “Fine.” He relaxed his hands and his anger dissolved. His shoulders shrugged down and he wiped his hand across his forehead.

            I breathed out slowly. Something snapped behind me. I turned. It sounded like a stick. “Did you hear that?” I was still shaky from my panic attack over Brandon’s rage.

            His hand was on my shoulder. It was soft and not harmful. “Stay here. I will go check it out. Then I will take you home.” He sounded defeated. But his hand left ym shoulder and he trudged off around me and into the woods. I looked down at my hands.

            What had I done? I didn’t mean to be cruel. But his rage had really scared me. I looked back up when I heard a moan. Then I heard something drop. I imagined something large falling onto the ground. I heard leaves crunch. I took a few steps back and didn’t say anything. I had a bad feeling and I had watched enough movies to know not to call out.

            “Emily?” Brandon called softly. His voice was wrong. It was too calm and too kind. “Emily, come with me.”

            I didn’t say anything but I hid behind a bush. I knelt down at watched where the blanket was. Something was not right and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Suddenly a black figure came out from where Brandon had entered. It had red beaming eyes and this shape on his forhead. It was golden and looked like the infinity sign with a line struck through it.

            “Emily, where are you?” It was Brandon’s voice, but I knew it was coming from the thing.

            I didn’t move. I had no idea what was happening but I knew for a fact that that thing wasn’t human. I didn’t know where Brandon was but I felt he was gone. Maybe that thing had killed him and was luring me out. Like hyenas that mimic human laughter. My mind raced. I had to get out of here but I couldn’t let it know where I am.