Freedom Without Wings

before pride

If you don't read the 'Blank Slate' series, you can skip this.

((Trigger Warning: mentions of suicidal thoughts))

"This. THIS. Isn't an occult symbol, well, not a summoning one." She explains. "This is the anti-possession symbol. It means I can't be possessed." Kyleigh covers the tattoo up and began her introduction. "I'm telling you the story of pride. I thought I can't be stopped if I got rid of those who stood in my way. I had a fricking ANGEL on my shoulder, what would you think I'd be like? A girl who wants control , a megalomaniac? This isn't a good idea for someone to give a power hungry idiot a nuke."

"Supernatural: A story of two brothers, Sad and Dead Winchester. Oh, sorry autocorrect, I meant Sam and Dean Winchester." She laughed at her own joke. "So, they kill monsters, cool right? BUT those idiots keep going in mind in their junk, and letting their enemy getting their weapons which is an DUMBASS MOVE!" The Blank Slate Member starts to rant. "Like, SERIOUSLY, they should have scars 'cause of that, but ha! NOPE! MAGIC HEALING POWERS APPARENTLY!"

I snorted as she screams that sentence, accentuating the sentence by throwing her hands in the air. 'She's obviously annoyed with the fact that this universe had no scars showing on the main characters.' "So, the universe involves the apocalypse happens too many damn times, angels are dicks, Dean going from 'Don't Talk About Our Mom Like That!!' to 'OOOO MUSICALS ABOUT OUR MOM DYING', everyone who sleeps with Sam dies, Christianity is a dysfunctional family, and Satan's actually chill," She coughs twice before muttering, "Doctor Who WHAT THE FUCK."

"Get this, me, angel vessel, and the angel, a complete and utter idiot. With that, we should know I'd fuck up a couple times." Kyleigh then drinks the concoction of alcohol. "So Sammy, my girl, she.. She's not herself."

"Do you all know why? 'Cause I didn't bring her with me, she got ambushed. And she didn't know what the hell to do! Then she got tortured in Hell, for what... a year? Two? In human years. And in Hell it's like, two hundred years tops. All because of me not being able to tell the truth. It's been what? Ten years she died. I look twenty, but I'm actually, what forty, fifty years old? The fact that I've gone in cryogenic storage each time I, uh, my consciousness swapped to the body of my body in the universe and rewrites my brain, it... It makes me dead, and my body wouldn't decay. My cells are alive and well, but Sam's were dying. At the ages twenty to twenty five, cells die faster than can be replaced."

"So, I'm going to die now. I've been suicidal for too long, but my story has to be told first. It's a promise I made. For my fallen angel.. I'm sorry. I'm all to blame."