I groaned as I clutched my head. It felt like someone hit me in the head with a baseball bat. I slowly opened my eyes. I quickly sat up but regretted it as a wave of dizziness hit me. As the dizziness past I looked frantically around the room for the man with the red eyes. But I wasn’t in my front room I was in my own bedroom. I swung my legs slowly over the edge of my bed. It must have been a bad dream. Just a very very bad dream.
I stood up squinting as the bright sun light came through my window. I glanced at the digital clock it read 9:00AM. I walked to the bathroom across from my room. I looked in the mirror. I looked like hell my hair was sticking out from every angle possible I looked paler then normal and I had dark bags under my eyes. I sighed as I combed my hair and put it in a high pónei, pônei tail. And splashed cold water on my face I looked back at my reflection. I looked better-ish
I stopped mid-step on my way to my room. Something didn’t feel right. It was a Saturday morning and the house was quite my house was never quite especially on the weekend. Usually my mom is blaring her música while she cleans house or you hear my little brother watching his Saturday morning desenhos animados in my moms room with the t.v on to loud. Or he has one of his friends over and there running around the house like crazy. But the house was dead silent. That was never a good sign.
My breathing quickened and my coração rate picked up. Something was wrong, really wrong. I raced down the hall but stopped when I reached the topo, início of the stairs. I took several deep breaths and made my way down the first three steps. “Mom!” I called out. There was no reply. I walked down the last five steps and stopped at the end. The door was wide open. I walked quickly to it and stepped out on to the front porch “MOM” I yelled out. No answer. “BILLY” I yelled out my brother’s name. no one answered.
I really started to panic now. I ran back inside going towards the cozinha as I turned the corner to reach the cozinha I stopped dead in my tracks. Blood was the first thing I saw. There was a pool of blood por the cozinha table, blood smeared on the cozinha counter, and a smeared bloody hand print on the sliding glass back door.
A scream caught in my throat as I saw the bloody body of my little brother laying motionless on the floor a few feet away from the cozinha table. Tears ran down my cheeks I backed up all the way till my back hit the wall. I let out a scream as I also saw the body of my mother laying on the cozinha floor. Violent sobs shook through my body as I slid down the wall. I took deep breaths trying to molusco my sobs it took mais then eight deep breaths to stop my body from shaking but it didn’t stop the big fat tears from rolling down my cheeks.
I reached up to the counter grabbing the black portable phone and dialed 911.
“911 what’s your emergence?”
“ Th-there both D-dead… there’s s-so much blo-blood” I let out a soft sob
“ Miss who’s dead?” the woman said in a soothing voice
“My mother an-and my little br-brother!”my body shook violently I looked down at the floor not wanting to see the body’s of the only family I had left.
“ Ok miss can you tell me your address please?”
“Yea i-its 498 East Woodberry road”
“ ok the police are on there way just stay on the line with me until they get there ok?”
“ok” I whispered in to the phone. imagens of the demon with the red eyes flashed in my mind. What happened last night wasn’t a dream. But the part that got to me was why couldn’t I sense that the demon was near. I opened the door to him and felt nothing. I feel like its my fault there dead. Hell its is my fault there dead if I would of sensed it I could of did something about it. I could of called Dean and Sam told them that a demon was near they could of came and killed it and right about now I would be yelling at my brother to leave me alone or helping my mom clean house.
I curled up in a ball against the mural and let silent tears fall. I ignored the lady on the phone as she kept asking perguntas I just let the phone slip from my hands and fall to the floor. A little voice in my head kept whispering ‘its your fault its all your fault’. I believed it. It is all my fault.
I didn’t notice when the police came. And I didn’t notice when one of them picked me up from off the floor and carried me outside, I was just focused on that dam little voice.
The voice finely stopped whispering things to me. I blinked several times so the blurriness in my eyes would go away. I focused on my surroundings I was outside sitting on the curb. I looked to my right I gasped and jumped nearly a foot in the air. “whoa there I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” said an officer that was sitting seguinte to me. I said nothing. “ I know this must be so hard for you-“ I looked away from him with a scowl on my face he knows shit I bet nothing this bad ever happened to him. “-and I’m very sorry for your loss but I’m going to have to ask you some questions”. I looked back to him the scowl no longer on my face I nodded for him to ask some of his questions.
He asked me perguntas for almost an hour. He asked me what the person looked like and I told him he knocked me out before I could get a good look. He asked me if me or my family had any enemies I said none that I know of. He kept asking me routine cop pergunta and I did my best to answer them without mentioning about demons if I did he probable throw me in to a mental ward the first chance he got.
The police finally left. So did the ambulância as they took the dead bodies of my mother and brother. I sat on the curb crying my eyes out as seguinte door neighbors crowded around there front yard staring at the scene before them. I didn’t jump or cringe away when one of the seguinte door neighbors put their hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see old miss. Anna Parker looking down at me with sad gray eyes “ come on sweetie lets get you to my place” she helped me off the floor. I grabbed my dark blue duffle bag that one of the police officers stuffed all my clothes into.
Miss. Parker led me in to her house and into her front room. I sat on her floral printed sofá I shrugged off the duffel bag and set it on the hard wood floor. “ Here you go honey” Miss. Parker handed me a small cup of chá “thank you” I slightly whispered. I took a sip of the hot chá it soothed my sore throat immediately.
“Jill dear do you have any family that you can stay with until well.. you know recover” she pushed a piece of her red curly hair behind her ear.
“ No not th-that I know o-of. they were t-the only ones I had le-left” the thought of my mother and little brother brought tears to my eyes.
“ Oh sweetheart don’t cry” Miss. Parker stood from the recliner chair that was across from me and moved to sit seguinte to me. She wrapped her arms around me and rubbed invisible circles on my back “shhh its ok Jill everything will be just fine a promise you”.
We were like that for a couple of minutes. I pulled away wiping that remaining tears away with the back of my hand. “ I-I can call two of my friends they can come and get me”
“ Ok dear” she kissed the topo, início of my head. “ here ill take this to the cozinha while you call your friends” she took my empty cup of chá and walked out the room.
I sighed and pulled of my cell time to call Sam and Dean.
I stood up squinting as the bright sun light came through my window. I glanced at the digital clock it read 9:00AM. I walked to the bathroom across from my room. I looked in the mirror. I looked like hell my hair was sticking out from every angle possible I looked paler then normal and I had dark bags under my eyes. I sighed as I combed my hair and put it in a high pónei, pônei tail. And splashed cold water on my face I looked back at my reflection. I looked better-ish
I stopped mid-step on my way to my room. Something didn’t feel right. It was a Saturday morning and the house was quite my house was never quite especially on the weekend. Usually my mom is blaring her música while she cleans house or you hear my little brother watching his Saturday morning desenhos animados in my moms room with the t.v on to loud. Or he has one of his friends over and there running around the house like crazy. But the house was dead silent. That was never a good sign.
My breathing quickened and my coração rate picked up. Something was wrong, really wrong. I raced down the hall but stopped when I reached the topo, início of the stairs. I took several deep breaths and made my way down the first three steps. “Mom!” I called out. There was no reply. I walked down the last five steps and stopped at the end. The door was wide open. I walked quickly to it and stepped out on to the front porch “MOM” I yelled out. No answer. “BILLY” I yelled out my brother’s name. no one answered.
I really started to panic now. I ran back inside going towards the cozinha as I turned the corner to reach the cozinha I stopped dead in my tracks. Blood was the first thing I saw. There was a pool of blood por the cozinha table, blood smeared on the cozinha counter, and a smeared bloody hand print on the sliding glass back door.
A scream caught in my throat as I saw the bloody body of my little brother laying motionless on the floor a few feet away from the cozinha table. Tears ran down my cheeks I backed up all the way till my back hit the wall. I let out a scream as I also saw the body of my mother laying on the cozinha floor. Violent sobs shook through my body as I slid down the wall. I took deep breaths trying to molusco my sobs it took mais then eight deep breaths to stop my body from shaking but it didn’t stop the big fat tears from rolling down my cheeks.
I reached up to the counter grabbing the black portable phone and dialed 911.
“911 what’s your emergence?”
“ Th-there both D-dead… there’s s-so much blo-blood” I let out a soft sob
“ Miss who’s dead?” the woman said in a soothing voice
“My mother an-and my little br-brother!”my body shook violently I looked down at the floor not wanting to see the body’s of the only family I had left.
“ Ok miss can you tell me your address please?”
“Yea i-its 498 East Woodberry road”
“ ok the police are on there way just stay on the line with me until they get there ok?”
“ok” I whispered in to the phone. imagens of the demon with the red eyes flashed in my mind. What happened last night wasn’t a dream. But the part that got to me was why couldn’t I sense that the demon was near. I opened the door to him and felt nothing. I feel like its my fault there dead. Hell its is my fault there dead if I would of sensed it I could of did something about it. I could of called Dean and Sam told them that a demon was near they could of came and killed it and right about now I would be yelling at my brother to leave me alone or helping my mom clean house.
I curled up in a ball against the mural and let silent tears fall. I ignored the lady on the phone as she kept asking perguntas I just let the phone slip from my hands and fall to the floor. A little voice in my head kept whispering ‘its your fault its all your fault’. I believed it. It is all my fault.
I didn’t notice when the police came. And I didn’t notice when one of them picked me up from off the floor and carried me outside, I was just focused on that dam little voice.
The voice finely stopped whispering things to me. I blinked several times so the blurriness in my eyes would go away. I focused on my surroundings I was outside sitting on the curb. I looked to my right I gasped and jumped nearly a foot in the air. “whoa there I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” said an officer that was sitting seguinte to me. I said nothing. “ I know this must be so hard for you-“ I looked away from him with a scowl on my face he knows shit I bet nothing this bad ever happened to him. “-and I’m very sorry for your loss but I’m going to have to ask you some questions”. I looked back to him the scowl no longer on my face I nodded for him to ask some of his questions.
He asked me perguntas for almost an hour. He asked me what the person looked like and I told him he knocked me out before I could get a good look. He asked me if me or my family had any enemies I said none that I know of. He kept asking me routine cop pergunta and I did my best to answer them without mentioning about demons if I did he probable throw me in to a mental ward the first chance he got.
The police finally left. So did the ambulância as they took the dead bodies of my mother and brother. I sat on the curb crying my eyes out as seguinte door neighbors crowded around there front yard staring at the scene before them. I didn’t jump or cringe away when one of the seguinte door neighbors put their hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see old miss. Anna Parker looking down at me with sad gray eyes “ come on sweetie lets get you to my place” she helped me off the floor. I grabbed my dark blue duffle bag that one of the police officers stuffed all my clothes into.
Miss. Parker led me in to her house and into her front room. I sat on her floral printed sofá I shrugged off the duffel bag and set it on the hard wood floor. “ Here you go honey” Miss. Parker handed me a small cup of chá “thank you” I slightly whispered. I took a sip of the hot chá it soothed my sore throat immediately.
“Jill dear do you have any family that you can stay with until well.. you know recover” she pushed a piece of her red curly hair behind her ear.
“ No not th-that I know o-of. they were t-the only ones I had le-left” the thought of my mother and little brother brought tears to my eyes.
“ Oh sweetheart don’t cry” Miss. Parker stood from the recliner chair that was across from me and moved to sit seguinte to me. She wrapped her arms around me and rubbed invisible circles on my back “shhh its ok Jill everything will be just fine a promise you”.
We were like that for a couple of minutes. I pulled away wiping that remaining tears away with the back of my hand. “ I-I can call two of my friends they can come and get me”
“ Ok dear” she kissed the topo, início of my head. “ here ill take this to the cozinha while you call your friends” she took my empty cup of chá and walked out the room.
I sighed and pulled of my cell time to call Sam and Dean.
