Let Me Sleep

It Figures

Kendra

When I wake up, I'm in the back of the van, and all of me aches. It takes me a few minutes to get my bearings, to realize where I am. But none of that is what I notice first. I notice the song.

It's playing in my head, or so it seems, and it's chilling. And terrifying. Cold.

Ugh. My legs hurt almost too much to stand. I stumble over to the van door, which is already open, and step out, wincing.

"What's going on?" I ask. My voice is slurred, and I shake myself, trying to get some feeling in my face. Which is the only part of me that doesn't hurt.

"Go back inside." Michael hisses. "Just go!"

"Well, okay then." I say. "But what's going on? Where's Castiel?"

Iggy, with an expression more terrifying than anything I've seen before, pulls me roughly me by the wrist back into the van.

"You do not speak, you do not move." He growls. "Stay here until we tell you that you can move. Is that understood?"
I nod slightly, and he goes back outside.

To be frank, I am seriously contemplating how my life could have spiraled into hell such as this in less than 24 hours. Maybe I'm dreaming or something. I mean, who has this sort of stuff show up in their lives with no mental provocation? It just doesn't happen.

Or I've gone insane. That's a possibility. Angels and demons, a war, all hell breaking loose? Definitely a possible sign of insanity. But only a sane person thinks they're crazy, right?

In any case, this is unwarrantedly freaky.

I go over the past 24 hours in my head, from the previous night to now, recalling every detail I can. I didn't do anything overly weird besides maybe cooking for once. Then to breaking the kid's nose, Iggy, platinum blond hair, sky blue eyes-oh! The glowing mark on his wrist.

What was it? It looked like some made up language. Kind of like a mix of elvish and Gallifreyan (hey, so I'm a certified geek. Bite me). I check my wrists, but there are no marks except some indentations from tight hair ties.

I close my eyes and focus on the song, and only the song. All is silent from outside.

Iggy appears almost out of nowhere, moving faster than I've seen anyone move. His eyes are wide and filled with fear.

"What are you doing?" He asks. "Stop that!"

"What? What do you mean?" I say. "I'm not doing anything!" He grabs my wrists, glaring at me.

"Stop. Singing." He says darkly.

I shut my mouth tightly, closing my eyes and blocking out everything else. And then there's nothing. Absolute, perfect, silence.

The silence and darkness and the bitter, biting cold of deep space. At least that's what it feels like.

Being lost inside your own head, that is.

Question: What happens when you open your eyes in total lack of light?

Answer: You don't.