Fighting Chance

Story Time

*April's POV*

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"Hey guys; Would y'all mind it if i took a shower? I'm covered in sweat, blood, and liquor. I could really use a hot shower and clean clothes." I looked at Sam and Dean. The looked at each other and shrugged. "Yeah, go ahead. Just don't use the all of the towels!" I smirked at Dean. He hasn't changed at all. "So you mean save one for Sam and then I can use the rest of them. I gotcha!" I made my way towards the bed and grabbed my bag. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and checked the time: 9:00 p.m.

I walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Oh it's been such a long day. I dropped my bag on the sink and looked in the mirror. My curly hair was matted and tangled from the 'fight' earlier. My eyeliner was smudged, my shirt was ripped, and to be honest, I looked like shit.

I pulled off the bandage on my arm and threw it in the trash. I pulled off my shirt and set it next to the sink on the shadily tiled counter. I pulled off my skinny jeans and peeled off my bra and underwear.

After I turned on the water I stepped under the hot spray. I slowly slid down the wall and pulled my knees to my chest. It felt so good to let the water roll off and just sit. The shower is the only place that I can sit and think. I don't have to worry about monsters, ghost, demons, or angels while I"m in here. I can feel my muscles start to loosen up. Without realizing it, I started to quietly sing Pardon Me by Staind.

"I'm one step from a breakdown, two steps from being safe just trying to see this through.

I'm three steps from this nightmare, and four steps from the door, the rest is up to you.

Pardon me while i just turn my back and walk away. Pardon me if I can't listen to the things you say.

Pardon me if I can' fake it while you still believe, Pardon me.

I'm one step from forgiveness, and two steps from my grave.

We're all just passing through, three steps from redemption.

Four from the Devil's door on a path that leads to you.

Pardon me while i just turn my back and walk away.

Pardon me if i can't listen ti the things you say.

Pardon me if I can't fake this while you still believe in me. Pardon me.

Pardon me while i just turn my back and walk away.

Pardon me if i can't listen ti the things you say.

Pardon me if I can't fake this while you still believe in me. Pardon me.

I'm two steps from salvation, but I'm only taking one.

Pardon me."

 When I finished singing i let out a sigh. I reached for the shampoo and conditioner in the little containers that the motel provides. I really should start buying my own. Oh well. When I was done with my hair I stood up and reached for the bar of soap. Finally feeling clean enough, I turned off the water, opened the curtain, and grabbed a towel to dry myself off. Wrapping the towel around myself, I walked toward the counter again.

I checked the time again to see how long I was in there. It is now 9:30. It didn't even feel like I was in here for half an hour. I unzipped my bag and rummaged through its contents. I pulled out my Guns n' Roses cutoff shirt, an acid washed sports bra, a light green pair of cotton boy shorts, and some black soffe shorts. After I'm dressed I pull out my brush and go through my hair. Satisfied with how I look I put my dirty clothes back in my bag, hang up my towel, and walk out of the bathroom.