This Animal I Have Become Sweet, sweet smell of blood…This Animal I Have Become by Sam--Winchester
The cell was dirty. I could still remember it used to be white before, when they brought me here, but now I couldn't really see the white anymore… it was all covered with brown-red layer of something sticky… something… dry, which used to be liquid before…
Sweet, bitter, sweet, bitter…
I didn't know for how long I had been there. Maybe a year or so, maybe more. The cell didn't have any windows, so I couldn't really tell when it's day and when – night. I just knew that I had to eat, when they tell me to eat, I needed to drink when they tell me to drink, I needed to sleep when they tell me to sleep… I needed to kill when they tell me to kill…
…Pain, anger, pain, anger…
Maybe if a few years back I knew what I was going to become, I'd be afraid. Afraid of myself, or, more precisely, of the thing that used to be me… The thing that used to have intellect, used to have personality, used to have normal h
Welcome To The Black Parade, Winchesters So, I saw Dean falling on the ground with no reason, and then I felt somehow dizzy. I coughed. Maybe there was something in the air, some kind of poisonous gas or something… The only reason I didn't drop unconscious was, that I was, well, not really human. I rushed to Dean, yelling his name, but I lost picture of where's up and where's down, and did the only think I could do in such situation – I fell on the ground. The room started spinning around me, first slowly, and then really fast. Then for a moment it seemed like the roof crashed over me in slow-motion and everything went dark.Welcome To The Black Parade, Winchesters by Sam--Winchester
Next thing I knew was that I woke up, still on the ground. Everything hurt as hell and Dean had disappeared.
Okaaay. Time to get up, sunshine.
Sitting up was painful, and it mixed my up's and down's again, but, stubborn enough, I sat like that until the room stopped shaking. I stood up, still too damn dizzy to concentrate.
I looked around. The room was empty and moist. Th
The Light Behing Your EyesHeadphones on.The Light Behing Your Eyes by NancyKilljoy
Violins. Guitar. Voice.
So long to all my friends...
Closed eyes. Sigh. A smile. New song! She was so excited a few moments before, but now she gets calmer and calmer, as it gets to her.
I'd be lying if I didn't say that I miss them all tonight...
Oh, this is getting deep. Damn.
Minutes pass, eyes still closed, the smile still there, but not noticed. The tears start to come. What the hell, she thinks, almost laughing. What am I feeling?
More verses, and it's a beautiful voice, isn't it?
If I could be with you tonight, I would sing you to sleep...
She feels the well known pain in the chest, but it's different. She doesn't know why, it's just different. Keeps crying.
You must be stronger...
How is this happening? She wasn't even thinking about the pain. She wasn't even caring.
She wasn't caring.
I'll never let them take the light behind your eyes
She opens her eyes. Sits and looks at the mirror. The tears were getting in the way, s