The Darkness //: A SUPERNATURAL AU

The bunker

Ever since I was a kid I felt this darkness inside of me. Like I wasn't clean. Like there was a whole other side of me that I wasn't able to access. I'm leaving Kansas to find out what it is and how to get rid of the coldness in my soul. You'll never believe what I found.

My name is Rose Rogers. When I was ten, both of my parents were murdered. I was at a friends house when it happened. I remember that night so clearly. I was sleeping over at my friend Lily's house when the police came. They told me what had happened and I didn't believe them. I thought that it was some kind of evil prank. They took my home, they called it the crime scene and showed me my parents' dead bodies. I didn't cry. I wasn't scared. I just felt this darkness inside of me. A very small part of me wanted to laugh. It was like I didn't care. The shrinks said that I was in shock or denial. that wasn't it. I genuinely did not care. That's when I started to realize that there was something wrong with me. But before the author loses track, let's get back to that origin story. Witnesses said they saw black smoke enter the house. Probably those crackheads that lived across the street. They never found the killer. they wrapped it up to a cold case. justice was never brought to their killer. that fact never bothered me.i had no family that was able to take care of me, so I grew up in the foster care system. I learned that most families that took me in were just in it for the money they got. I took care of myself and built up a wall in my head to protect myself. I was never adopted. I went from family to family until I was 18. I was bullied in almost every school I went to. Some were just teasing because I was the "new kid" or I was beaten up for being too gay or a freak. Some people said that I was the one who killed my parents. I eventually learned to fight just enough to keep them all at bay. I just graduated from Lawrence high school a few weeks ago. I am so not going to college. Now, back to the Darkness. that's what I called it. I know, I'm so creative. I tried to keep the dark or cold feelings deep down. these feelings made me want to hurt people. or worse. I tried my best to keep these violent urges deep down but it feels like I'm going to explode or something if I don't let it out. The Darkness always tells me to go to the same place. I think its about time that I listened.

I didn't know exactly where I was supposed to go. it was like an oddly accurate compass that was installed into my brain. I knew which buses to take and distances to walk. The 'compass' took me to Lebanon, Kansas. It stopped guiding me when it arrived at this strange doomsday bunker.

"This is way to sketchy for me," I said to myself.

I was half expecting to be taken to some wise old man to be told that I was chosen for a greater purpose. not to be brought to this abandoned, underground tunnel. I was standing outside of the rusted, old door. I turned around and started to walk in the other direction. Ill just find a hotel and stay there until i can find a permanet solution. I definetly cannot go back to the foster home i ran from.

*the next morning*

I can't stop. My head is pounding. Telling me to go back. It feels like I can't ignore it anymore. Like it's going to take control. I've never felt like this before. It hurts so bad it's almost good. Like I feel pleasure in the pain. (Not in a weird sex thing way in a torturing myself kind of way.) I've got to go back. I have to figure out what's going on.
I catch a cab and take it back to the creepy ass bunker. When I arrive I pay the driver (with my foster parents credit card I stole. I'm troubled.) There's a car outside that wasn't there last night. It's honestly a beautiful car. It's a sleek black Chevy impala. I'm tempted to sit here and admire it. I think i recognize it even though I've never seen it before. Not that I can remember anyway.
When "The Darkness" has decided that I've been distracted for too long there's a scream that could only be heard from inside my head. This would disturb other people but I'm used to it. It's been happening all my life. It's a constant headache I've never been without.
I walk towards the door and turn the handle. Thankfully ya unlocked. As I open it, the door, probably decades old, makes a disturbingly loud sound. I hop through the doorway and shut the door behind me. When I turn to face the interior of the bunker I'm surprisingly met with a clean high tech room. There consoles lining the wall and a glowing map table thing in the middle. There's what looks like a small library behind it. This is not what I was expecting at all. I was about to go investigate further when I heard voices from another room.
"Pass me a beer would you?"
"Sure thing, Sammy."
Shit! There's someone here! I try to leave but The Darkness won't let me. I think I'm close to what it wants.
"I think I heard the door open. You think it's Cas?"
"Who else would it be,Dean?"
There was silence until two men walked into the room where they could see me. As soon as they realized I wasn't who they were expecting, they drew out guns that seemed to come from nowhere and they were both aimed to me.