A Million Reasons || Book 2 of 'I Caught Fire Series'

Chapter 1 - Black

Everything feels heavy, like the walls are closing in on me from every possible angle. That all the air around me is being drawn out, leaving me gasping for my breath. I'm drowning, but I'm also floating on air. Two sides to every emotion, nothing falling into place.

I slowly open my eyes and look around, but there doesn't seem to really be any use. It's all black. Pitch black. Like all the light in the world has been sucked out, leaving nothing but darkness and fear in its wake.

There's no noise. No smells, nothing to touch. All of my senses are useless, like they've been put on hold. I have no sense of where I am, like everything is a cloudy fog that I can't seem to break through. How did I get here? Why am I here? Who am I? And what can't I remember?

I try my hardest to remember what I have forgotten, but it's all fuzzy. Like I'm looking at things through a curtain, I know that there is something there for me to remember.
I go to speak, but I realise that I don't have a mouth. I have nothing and it begins to truly terrify me.

I try to think again, push through the curtain to my memories that are trapped on the other side. Something begins to form, brown eyes with little hints of green in them. A medium sized straight nose that leads towards full lips. Smooth skin with very few blemishes on them. An angled jaw and smaller ears. Long, brown flowing hair that hangs down the back of a taller woman.

Wait a second, that's me. The woman that I'm looking at is me. Avery. That's my name. But why was that so hard for me to remember? I glance down and gasp, seeing that I have a body now. I'm wearing a white, long flowing dress that looks as if it is submerged in the ocean with the way is floats around it curious wonder.

I lift up my hands and examine their softness, them being not too small but not too big. Yes, I remember myself now. It all beings to slowly come back to me. My family, my mother, father and brother. And the pain that comes of thinking of them, their murders and the demon that became obsessed with me.

Another person begins to form within my head. It's a man, a very tall man. He towers over me in comparison. His eyes are green, dark like the forest. His nose is long and straight, connected to beautiful, plump lips. Strong facial features and long locks of brown hair that hangs past his ears. I feel as if I know this person, but I can't quite place who they are. And then it hits me.

Sam.

It all comes flooding back to me in an instant. The night we met and all the pain surrounding that, our first kiss filled with such love and passion so early on, our first road trip where it all began, meeting his brother who would later become a brother to me. Moving to the bunker to not leave my Sam, learning hunting in order to protect myself from all the evil in the world. Getting engaged to the man I love with all of my heart, Abbadon and her quest conquer hell and the world, Metatron and his obsession with becoming the new God...

I still at the mention of the last name, it all hitting me like a tonne of bricks. I remember rushing into the warehouse, seeing Dean and Metatron fight being fuelled by the mark of Cain and the word of God. My failed attempt to run to go help Dean win the fight, to only then feel the piercing blade drive through my flesh and bone. Ending my life in an instant.

I feel that same burning sensation in my stomach and I reach down and hold it, hoping to stop the pain. I expect to see blood pouring from my wound, but I don't. Which is when another memory hits me. I gasp and grasp at my stomach, looking and seeing how flat it is instead of the life giving bump that I had grown to love and cherish.