Puddles Of Petals | Jack Kline

Chapter Seventeen: Epilogue

!!disclaimer!! The previous chapter was edited on oct 18, and I changed the end a little bit. So if your confused just take another look at the last few paragraphs of the last chapter.
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It was dark, too dark and there was no air in here. Where ever you were. You coughed and gasped, patting down your surroundings. There was what felt like wood around you, and when you made your way to above something fell on you. It felt like sand or dirt and your eyes widened in fear. The last thing you remembered was... Lucifer. You had died? You gasped a deep breath and started to kick the ceiling of the box frantically. If your buried you'll run out of oxygen soon.

Once you'd broken through the wood your face creased with worried features. Who knows how deep you'd been buried. Eventually you pushed your head through a tuff of grass and released your breath with a loud cry. There was a couple walking by and all you could do was stare at them, while figuring out how to breath properly. One man pulled a phone from his pocket, you had a feeling getting the police involved wouldn't be a good idea. So you pulled your lower body from the ground and stumbled into a run, trying to get as far away from the grave site as you could.

You found yourself in a small town, a diner that seemed to be pretty busy coming into sight. You hobbled over there asking for the phone. The waitress took in your appearance and grimaced, "Are you alright?" You had to think of something quick, so you cleared your throat, pushed your hair behind your ears and chuckled lightly.

"Yeah I'm fine I just had a tumble with my friends car, I need to get in contact with him. I'd use my own but it didn't really survive the crash." For emphasis you dusted off some of the dirt and chuckled again. The woman nodded reluctantly waving you towards a telephone that hung on the wall.

You didn't really have anyone to call or anyone to pick you up, make sure you were okay even. You sighed, there were a few numbers you had engraved into your head. Though you didn't really want to get into contact with them. Nevertheless you dialed the number and let it ring for a moment, you had to call a few times before anyone picked up. Though when they did it was hostile. "Who is this?" The low gravelly voice made you gulp. "Dean? It's Y/n, I-I need your help."

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Okay now it's the end and this is super short but it's kinda meant to be a cliff hanger until I decide certain thingsss you know anywayssss have a good day and please check out some of my other writing.