"Why'd you defend me, anyways?" That being one of the most proper sentence's I've said to a human being since... Forever? It made me rather nervous. Yeah, I know, I seemed quite forward with my displeasure, but I can't stick to that all my life with whats been buried down inside of my conscience. All of this just makes me completely hysterical. I feel in such a way that I'm going mad. It's so hard to deal with not knowing anything about your past, and having to deal with the present. I know that there is a way to figure it all out, but I just... Don't know how perfectly yet. All I have been searching for is, why me? Why did, whoever it was, choose me? I'm just an anxious pathetic waste of a man, who happens to be lost and just wants to be at ease. I was disconnected from my thoughts as the dark man spoke up. He was looking at the ground as he said, "I felt the urge to."
I looked at him dumbfounded, "You felt the urge to?" Chuckling to myself, I thought, he felt the serious urge to? Come on. Does one serious just feel the urge to help someone? I sure don't.
"Yes, I felt the urge." The male rolled his eyes as he started to walk towards the small lake that was near by.
"Could you tell me why you felt this sudden urge to help a miserable man out?" I spoke up, attending to his side. The guy started to wash away all the blood that was on his face, looking up while the drips of water tumbled down his face.
"How the hell am I suppose to know? I was honestly trying to convince myself not to." He narrowed his eyes, looking obviously annoyed with how I followed him, then going to continue washing his face clean from the gore.
It was my turn to roll my eyes, then suddenly focusing my gaze on him again, "I never caught your name."
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Who I Once Was
FanfictionCastiel suddenly has ended up on earth, having no idea where or who he is. He's been waking around for a long time through these woods, wondering if he's ever going to get out or remember what happened before he was planted here. Will he survive thi...
