I sat on the swing for a few minutes before someone walked up to me. I stopped looking at my feet and instead looked at the man in front of me. "Mind if I sit?" I shook my head as he sat on the swing next to me. "Who are you really? " I asked looking him in the eye.
"My names Sam Winchester, I'm Deans younger brother."
"So your my uncle then?" He took a pause,  "Yeah I guess so. It's crazy I never thought I would be an uncle."
I nodded, "I never though I would have a uncle." I looked back down at my feet. I had so many thoughts running through my head, they were all so loud.

"Everyones worried about you, we've been looking for you."
"Yeah well I needed to get some air, to much life changing information for me." I said looking at him, I made sure it was obvious I wanted nothing to do with whatever was going to happen next.
"Why don't we go back to the house and figure it all out." He said giving me a smile. I sighed, "I don't really have a choice do I?"
"If you want we can sit longer." I stood up and shook my head. I don't want to go back but I know I have to face the truth sooner or later. The walk back was silent between me and Sam, but my thoughts were racing. I have no idea how my moms going to react, I've never ran out like that before.

When we got home I stopped in front of the door with my hand above the handle. My breath was shaky and Sam was watching me. You can do this just open the door. I took a deep breath. I put my hand on the door knob and twisted it, pushing the door open I walked in. I was immediately engulfed in a hug. "Don't ever scare me like that ever again Maddison! Where were you? What made your think that was a god idea? Are you hurt anywhere? Nothing happened to you right? You were gone so long I was so scared. I didn't know if you were okay or not or-"
"Mom I'm fine nothing happened, I just needed to breath." I said pulling away from her. I looked her in the eyes I could she's been crying. I grabbed her hands. "I'm okay I promise." I said in a reinsuring tone.

"Okay enough of this." Andrew said looking at dean. "I'm not going to let come in here and disturb my family any more you need to leave right now." Dean stared at him.
My mom stepped forward. "Hunny-" my mom said putting her hands on his shoulder.
"No! I will not let him come break up my family. He wasn't there then he didn't get to be now."
My mom went to say something else when Dean spoke up. "No it's okay I needed to get going anyway. Common let's go Sammy." He said looking over to Sam. They left and my mom and dad got into a fight.

One thing led to another and my mom started drinking. I was up in my room so I wouldn't have to hear them fight, but wouldn't you guess, their having a screaming match. They flight like this once every two months, it's not surprising just... How can I describe it, is frustrating the right word? I don't really know. I can't stay here tonight. I picked up my phone and began to text Javier.

Me: Hey, my parents are fighting again. It's bad this time can you

I stopped typing as the stomach clenching feeling I got earlier returned. This is a bad idea. I went to delete the text but stopped. What if this is just my anxiety again. Damn it Maddy no. Javier is your best friend and your only going to cut him off and get hella lonely again and regret it. I'm so tired of being alone because of my anxiety.

Me: Hey, my parents are fighting again. It's bad this time can you come get me?

I turned off my phone and it went off almost immediately.

Javier: be there soon

I smile, but this felt so wrong. I don't know why Javier was making me so anxious all of a sudden. I put my pocket knife in my pocket just in case. I went down stairs to tell my mom I was leaving.
"YOU NEVER LOVED ME THE WAY YOU LOVED HIM!"
"YOU MEVER LOVED HER THE WAY HE LOVES HER!"
I took a deep breath, trying to block the fighting out, "Hey mom?"
"Oh Maddy I'm so sorry about all of this."
"It's okay mom, I'm going to stay the night at my friends. I'll be home first thing in the morning so we can talk."
She looked sad, upset and understanding all in one.
"That's fine sweet-"
"There you go letting her do whatever the hell she wants!" Mr. Imposter yelled at my mom. Before she could say anything I was in his face.
"Don't you ever talk to my mom like that again you pice of shit!"
Without time to even blink I felt a sharp pain on my cheek.

Taken back, I froze. He hit me. Before I could even process anything my mom had pushed me back and was in his face, she pushed him and started to call him every name in the book. I watched as his fist balled up. He was about to hit my mom when I pushed him, he was bigger then me so it wasn't as effective as I would hope.

I felt a throb in my head, I couldn't breathe, and I was on the floor? I look up to see him standing over me, and it clicked. I'm in a fist fight with my step dad. Rising to my feet, before I could even stand all the way I heard my mom scream. It all happened so fast, I felt warm water splatter on me. I watched as Andrew hit the ground, I seen the white walls decorated with red.

My head was pounding, I couldn't process what was happening. I look behind me and see my mom laying on the floor bleeding, I realized it wasn't water I was drenched in. It was blood.
"MOM!" I dropped to her side.
She was unconscious, I looked around to see if there was something I could use to stop the bleeding.

Standing over Andrews body,
"Javier!?"
He turned around and faced me. His teeth looked like razor blades. I felt my breath catch in my throat.
"What the , fuck?" I was barely able to chock out.

He walked over to me and I was backing up. "I've wanted to tell you for a while Madison, really I have."
"What- how-"
"You remember the other night our little conversation about the supernatural? Well, I'm living proof it's real. I-"
"You killed them! You killed all those girls your a fucking monster!" I tried to stand but legs were jello. I kept scooting back until I hit the wall and he was coming closer.

"Those bitches had it coming. I did it for you, just like I took care of that pice of shit for you. It's always been about you." I started to cry.

He squatted down in front of me, "Hey it's okay. We're going to make it out of this." I shook my head,
"Stay the fuck away from me. Your a killer!"

"I don't have a choice, I need to eat. You'll understand soon though." I gave him a confused look and he smiled, "Its always been about you, I can't lose you now. It's going to be a painful transition, but I'll be right next to you every step of the way."

I realize what he meant, the shock must have shown on my face because he wiped my tears. "Don't worry beautiful, it will be okay." I pushed him away and jumped with the power of adrenaline. I took off running the the front door but he was faster, and stronger.

He tackled me to the ground and I tired to fight back. "Stop! Don't make this more difficult then you have too! You don't even have a family, you said so yourself. Would this really be so bad."

Those words stings, I don't have a family. "I'm not a fucking monster." I grabbed whatever broken glass was next to me and stabbed him the chest, it bought me just enough time to get up. But that's all I was able to do before I felt a familiar throbbing pain in the head and fell to the ground again.

"Why do you have to make this difficult?"
I felt the tears fall, where did it all go wrong? I was in so much pain, my friends a monster, my family is broken, I am broken. I closed my eyes, I was giving into the darkness. My body tensed as I heard a gunshot. My eyes shot opened as I seen Sam and Dean. I never thought I would be happy to see them. Dean looks at me and runs over.
"Are you okay kid?" I nodded, tears still flowing.
"Mom." I crocked out. Looking at her, Dean looks over at her then Sam. They had an understanding. Dean ran over to my mom and Sam came over to me.

"I'm so tired." I cried closing my eyes.
"Hey don't go to sleep okay, I know your tired but you got hit in the head pretty hard. If you go to sleep you might now wake up."
I blinked trying to keep my eyes open but I couldn't. "That's okay." I whispered.

"Hey, hey look at me Madison!"

I was tired. Sleep felt like a great idea.