What A Family

Feel what I feel

"Dad!" I shout, running down a black hallway, "Daddy! Sam? Gabe!" I trip and fall into a red haired girl, my age.

"Run!" She warns, "Run as far as you can. Run until you can't run no more and you turn into a pile of dust!" Her Scottish accent sounds under water and she turns around, only to change Into a million crows, attacking me and flying around me, carrying me up and letting me fall into a million hands, all dipped in black pain. They all reach around my throat and drown me. I can't breath. I can't taste the air. I need to breath. I need to...

"Breakfast!" Someone calls and my eyes snap open. I'm awake and drenched in sweat, breathing heavily just as a small, quiet scream for help escapes my lips. My door opens with a crash and Dad is standing there, eyes wild.

"Why would you do that?" Dean snaps, running his fingers through his hair, "God, it's freezing in here. Close your damn window. How are you sweating?"

"My blankets..." I begin to form an excuse until I realize all my blankets have been thrown off me.

"You were having another nightmare, weren't you?" Dean closes my window, staring at me with sad eyes.

"No." I lie, "I think it was really hot in here last night."

"So you opened the window and threw your blankets off in your sleep?" Dean raises his eyebrows, "what was this one about?"

"The Scottish girl was back." I relent, "But this time she turned into crows, not wolves. And instead if tear song me apart, I was dropped into millions if hands which tried to drown me. Everything before that was the same."

"Freaky." Dean mumbles, pulling me out of bed, "Sounds terrifying."

"It's worse than all the other times." I sigh, "I feel like crap."

"You look like crap." He confirms.

"Screw you." I sneer.

"Very original." Dean laughs, forcing me into the hallway, still wearing my large "You, Me, Netflix and a Quart Of Ice Cream?" Tank top and long, dark grey sweats.

"I wanna change." I whine, "and go back to bed."

"Too bad. You haven't eaten much since the incident and you're bringing us down." Dean pulls out a chair and gently forces me into it.

"Oh, sorry my kidnapping was a downer on the family." I mumble sarcastically, "Next time I'll make sure I don't have a near death experience."

"You do that." Dean's looking over the news paper.

"Asshole." I say under my breath, leaving the table. I duck into the training room, only to find Gabe hanging upside down from the rafters. "Oh, look, more adults that can criticize my poor attitude and lack of eating." I sneer, getting ready to turn on my heel.

"Get back in here, Runt." Gabe smirks, appearing next to me, "You're gonna go out there and get attacked by my brother about how you called your dad an asshole. Stay in here and they won't bug you."

"Oh, yeah, let's just hide from the world." I laugh, "I'm gonna have trouble when a fifth of my whole world is with me."

"You have a small world."

"I have a small life." I sigh, bringing up a punching bag and going at it.

"You're a violent teenage girl." Gabe chuckles.

"All teenage girls are violent." I say. In a all seriousness, this is probably one of the truest things I've ever said.

"Well, let's just talk about things." Gabe smirks.