Behind Emerald Eyes || A Destiel High School AU

Chapter One: Sweet Sorrow

Word Count: 2,000

Again. I apologize for the previous chapter. It'll get better though. I promise.

Also. I changed the other chapter to a prologue.

TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide mentioned in thoughts, dreams, and flashbacks.

×Present Day, Dean's POV×

My back was up against the wall of the bathroom at my high school. Kevin was on the floor in front of me, but his eyes were wide, bulging. I couldn't move. I couldn't look away. I couldn't speak. I couldn't cry out. I couldn't do anything.

"Look what you've done, Dean," Kevin's lifeless corpse spoke. His voice was cold. A bitter tone. A ghost of it's former cheerful voice. "If you had just talked to me that day, you could've stopped this. But no. You were too worried about yourself. Too self indulged to pay attention to your best friend. Look at me! This is all your fault, Dean! It's all your fault!"

I jolted up, gasping for air. I was in my room, laying in a pool of my own sweat. I stared at my palms before clenching my fists and sobbing silently.

It's been a week. A week since I had lost my best friend. A week since I found him dead. A week since my best friend killed himself.

A week of endless conversations with the police, detectives, etc. A week of crying at his funeral. A week of constant nightmares. A week of endless flashbacks. A week of sleepless nights. A week of unbearable pain. A week of skipping meals. A week of desperately trying to keep my job to feed Sam (even though my Uncle Bobby owns the auto shop I work at who felt bad for me and decided to cut my hours a little while I still made full pay.) A week of cancelled school. A week of worried looks. Of concerned conversations. Of selfhatred. Of guilt.

I slowly willed myself to stop crying and looked at the alarm clock on my bedside table. It was Monday again so there would be school.

4:30.

2 hours before I was supposed to wake up.

I sighed and threw my legs over the edge of my bed. I knew it was pointless. I definitely wasn't going back to sleep. I trudged over to the closet, grabbing the first thing I saw before trudging to the bathroom.

When I got in, I made the mistake of looking in the mirror. I was a mess. There were huge dark circles under my puffy red eyes. My stubble had groan out quite a bit, but I couldn't be bothered to shave.

I sighed and got in the shower.

Once I had gotten out of the shower and got dressed, I walked downstairs to find the familiar smell of alcohol and sight of my deadbeat father laying on the couch.

Oh mom... I really wish you were here right now... I really need your 'Hey Jude' lullabies...

I walked over to the fridge and wrote in sloppy handwriting on the white board on the fridge.

Sam,

Went for a morning drive. Ask Ash next door to give you a ride. If he says no, tell him I said I'd beat his ass.

~Dean.

Whenever we had something important to say, me and Sam would always use this board.