A Winchester Pt. One

I lay alone in a room covered in blood. I close my eyes tight hoping to get a thought. But nothing, at all. Only the same things repeat. The fight that just happened. And I lost it. Is this how I'm going to die? Bleeding to death in a cold room? "Come on. Just something to give me hope!" I mumbled angrily so no one will hear. I look at the pool of blood my weak body has created. It doesn't hurt anymore. My body has just accepted that I'm going to die and is not going to be in pain in my last few minutes.

I pushed myself off the cold stone floor and it took more energy the. I wished. Weak. You little weakling. "Grow a pair of balls", is what my bigger brother always told me growing up.

There was a steel door, no window. Going out the door would be stupid. But the door had not way of creating the light that grew in here. On the opposite side of the room there was a crack in the wall that made the light. Why does it have to be so far. I wish I could just be at home. Watching my t.v. and