Why not? Destiel & Sam/Jess (high school AU)

Darkness is my weakness

Clara

I wanted to kill ruby. I can't believe that piece of shit ratted us out! She's the reason kev is dead. It's my fault, sam didn't want to tell her, but I made him. I should have listened to him. Why don't I ever listen?

The guard locked me back up in my cell. God I hated this fucking cell. I can't imagine what is happening to Sam right now. I mean, marriage? That's insane! I have to help him, but there's no way I can get out of this cell.

"Clara Spivet," said a guard. Oh no, that doesn't sound good. "You have a job at five cleaning room 456." He stated. My heart stopped. He started to turn and walk away, so I ran up to the bars so he could hear me calling.

"Wait!" I squeezed onto the bars until my knuckles had turned white. He turned back around and faced towards me, though it's impossible to tell where he was looking with the helmet on. "R-room 456, that can't be right. I, I haven't had to go in there in years!" I thought about the room. My legs began to bend underneath my weight, and my breathing became a bit quicker.

"Bosses orders," he says with no remorse before turning away and marching to another area. Room 456. The first and last dark room I've ever been in.

***

When five o'clock rolled around, another guard dressed head to toe in the same black SWAT like uniform unlocked me cell then put me in hand cuffs. He lead me down the halls, they seemed as if they were miles long.

I once told myself I would kill myself if I ever went back to another dark room, let alone the one it all happened in. I thought of jazzy, her beautiful eyes with a perfect blend of blue and green. Her smile, always full of hope. She deserved so much more than what had happened.

We finally reached the room. My heart jumps into my throat.

"Please," I begged. "Don't make me do this," My eyes started to fill with tears. Just looking at the room, all the memories resurfacing...

"He kill me if not." His Russian accent was thick, and it is easy to tell English was not his first language. I assumed he was talking about Aiden.

"No!" I exclaimed running up to him. I gripped his sleeve. "He doesn't have to know. Just get someone else, anyone else!" I said frantically.

"I am sorry," he groaned as he grabbed on to my arms and shoved me into the room, pushing the cleaning basket behind me, and slamming the door behind him. I ran to the little window protected by a series of rusted bars. I had to stand on the tips of my toes in order to reach it.

"No! Don't leave me here! I'll die if you do!" I pleaded. He looked at me through the window as if he was thinking. I prayed he would let me go.

"Better you than me." He states, then slides the slab over the window. I stammered back, shocked and terrified. I slowly turned around, straining to see anything, but it was too dark.

Suddenly, the light flicked on. I didn't even know there was a light in here! Suddenly, I look down and see the blood stained on the floor in the upper right corner.

My heart stopped. I dropped to my knees as I inch closer to the stain on my hands and knees. I slowly dragged my fingers over the dark red, but the blood was completely dried up by now. I suddenly break down. I can't breathe, I can't move, all I can do is sob while rocking my body back and forth.

All the memories came flooding back into my mind.

***

I made my way through the hallways of the mysterious halls of the prison I was forced to endure. My heart beat so fast I thought it might burst out of my chest. This was not what I meant for my wish when I had blown out my birthday candles last night. I had wished for a new life, but this- this prison is not what I expected. I just wanted to go back to my mom and dad. There has to be some way out of here, every prison does.

Suddenly I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder. I jumped away from the hand and turned around. I was met by a narrow waist. I looked up at the body attached to the waist to see a tall man. He was wearing a fancy suit and his hair was slicked back. He grinned.

"Clara," he spoke. Who is this man? How does he know my name?

"Who are you?" I questioned. "Where is my mommy? I want to see her!" I cried. His grin faded away and he bent down on one knee to match my height.

"Clara," he said once again, placing one hand on my shoulder. "Your mother doesn't want to see you," he had said. I became angry. How could he say that about my mom? I pushed his hand off of my shoulder.

"That's not true!" I screamed. All the other kids started looking at me, but I didn't care. "My mommy loves me!" I told him, but he only shook his head and sighed.

"Sweety, your mother is the one that gave you to me. It had nothing to do with you Clara, don't cry." He said, wiping the tears off my face. I swatted his hand away. He made me feel angry and sad. "She just wasn't fit to raise you, she wasn't a good mommy." He said. That was it. I exploded.

"No one says that about my mommy!" I screamed. "She is the best mom in the whole world!" He didn't seem to like that very much, but he never said anything.

"Clara, these nice men are going to show you to your new room, ok? Just listen to them and we'll have no problems, can you do that for me?" He asked me.

"No!" I stated. "I want my mommy!" But he wouldn't listen. He nodded at the scary  looking men, and they grabbed me by both arms and dragged me away.

I screamed and tried to fight against them as hard as I could, but it was like trying to push over a brick wall. They didn't budge.

We arrived to a room with bars as doors. It looks like a cage. I didn't want to go in there. I was just having a scary dream. I'll wake up and go downstairs with the new clothes my parents had gotten me for my ninth birthday. But I didn't wake up. And it wasn't a dream. Does that mean my mommy really gave me away? Why would she do that? Does she not love me? My heart felt as though it had been ripped out and stomped on a million times.

The men shoved me into the cage room and put chains on my wrists and ankles. Then they locked the bars in the way out. I trembled in the corner.

"Hey," said a voice next to me. I turned thinking someone was in here with me. I got excited to not be alone, but to my disappointment, there was no one there.

"Hello?" I called out to the mystery voice.

"Did you just get here too?" They asked.

"I, I don't know. I fell asleep in my bed last night, and then, then I woke up here!" I said breaking down in tears.

"Me too. I'm jasmine, but a lot of my friends call me jazzy." She said. I felt a little better knowing I wasn't the only one. I also felt better hearing jasmines voice. It made me feel safe.

"I, I'm Clara." I told her. 

***

I wish I had knew then what I know now, then all that pain and misery could have been avoided. I wish I had never met jazzy. I wish I could just get out. I will get out, and I'm gonna need Sam. I wonder why Aiden took so much interest in him? I remember Sam's face when he walked past that cell. Maybe it may have been Jessica's? Something terrible must have happened to him, but I wouldn't be surprised if it had something to do with Aiden. He is worse than Satan himself.

I need to find Sam, and the only way to do that is to find the one person crazy enough to go against Aiden. The one person I'm sure would die for him. Jessica.