Heyy, this is something I wrote a while назад for Emmett and Rosalie, please Комментарий there will be еще chapters :) x
OK, let me just get this out now, I am NOT a vampire, I want to be, I wish I was but I am not. Well not yet anyway. I can tell Ты my story so far. My life. I can’t promise that it was the best life ever lived, actually it was bad, horrible and just down right crap, and I’m only 12. My life got better eventually though and when I have дана Ты all my past information then Ты can choose if Ты want to live the rest of my life with me или not. My name is Caitlyn Aimee Mailan and I am 12, this is my story, this is my life.
So, until I was five I had a normal happy life, one that Ты would expect a young child too have. Then my parents snapped, they went crazy, I don’t know what happed, one день they were fine the Далее день my mother turned into an alcoholic and my father into a drug addict but on вверх of that they both turned extremely abusive. I had been neglected, I hardly ever went to school, if I wanted Еда then I had to find it myself I was filthy and beaten for no reason. I grew up like that.
My mother was almost always drunk and that meant trouble I would hide in my room trying to make myself invisible so she couldn’t find me but she always did.
“Caitlyn, Ты stupid little сука where the hell are you?” She would scream at me stomping up the stairs normally holding a bottle of водка или whiskey. I had never done anything but she didn’t care, nothing could stop her. She would drag me from under my постель, кровати by my hair and punch, kick and slap me. I was too scared to tell anyone and my bruises were covered by my clothing and any that weren’t I would make up excuses that I had fallen или walked into a door. I left when I was 11, It was two months until my birthday. My father was off taking a various different types of drugs and my mother going back downstairs after having another свинг, качели at me, I was lay on my розовый carpet that was thick with dust blood dripping from the cut across my cheek when I made up my mind. I pulled myself too my feet and limped slowly down the stairs out of the door of our small house and walked away without looking back. I took nothing with me, there was nothing worth bringing. For the Далее месяц I was on my own, getting Еда when I could- which wasn’t very often- and trying to survive. No one would take me in and I gave up trying to find somewhere else to call home. It was two weeks before my birthday and I hadn’t eaten in a week.
I was sat against the Стена in a dark alley where no one could see me unless they looked hard. I saw too people stop and look towards me, then they started to Переместить towards me. I didn’t care who they were или what they wanted, I just wanted to die, I was cold and hungry and too weak to move. My head fell вперед towards my knees and I started shaking.
OK, let me just get this out now, I am NOT a vampire, I want to be, I wish I was but I am not. Well not yet anyway. I can tell Ты my story so far. My life. I can’t promise that it was the best life ever lived, actually it was bad, horrible and just down right crap, and I’m only 12. My life got better eventually though and when I have дана Ты all my past information then Ты can choose if Ты want to live the rest of my life with me или not. My name is Caitlyn Aimee Mailan and I am 12, this is my story, this is my life.
So, until I was five I had a normal happy life, one that Ты would expect a young child too have. Then my parents snapped, they went crazy, I don’t know what happed, one день they were fine the Далее день my mother turned into an alcoholic and my father into a drug addict but on вверх of that they both turned extremely abusive. I had been neglected, I hardly ever went to school, if I wanted Еда then I had to find it myself I was filthy and beaten for no reason. I grew up like that.
My mother was almost always drunk and that meant trouble I would hide in my room trying to make myself invisible so she couldn’t find me but she always did.
“Caitlyn, Ты stupid little сука where the hell are you?” She would scream at me stomping up the stairs normally holding a bottle of водка или whiskey. I had never done anything but she didn’t care, nothing could stop her. She would drag me from under my постель, кровати by my hair and punch, kick and slap me. I was too scared to tell anyone and my bruises were covered by my clothing and any that weren’t I would make up excuses that I had fallen или walked into a door. I left when I was 11, It was two months until my birthday. My father was off taking a various different types of drugs and my mother going back downstairs after having another свинг, качели at me, I was lay on my розовый carpet that was thick with dust blood dripping from the cut across my cheek when I made up my mind. I pulled myself too my feet and limped slowly down the stairs out of the door of our small house and walked away without looking back. I took nothing with me, there was nothing worth bringing. For the Далее месяц I was on my own, getting Еда when I could- which wasn’t very often- and trying to survive. No one would take me in and I gave up trying to find somewhere else to call home. It was two weeks before my birthday and I hadn’t eaten in a week.
I was sat against the Стена in a dark alley where no one could see me unless they looked hard. I saw too people stop and look towards me, then they started to Переместить towards me. I didn’t care who they were или what they wanted, I just wanted to die, I was cold and hungry and too weak to move. My head fell вперед towards my knees and I started shaking.
“If I have to die, so will you” Zoey said.
“No one has to die, moron!” Dean yelled angry. “Put the огонь out, open the door, do something!”
Zoey shook her head. “I can’t. Crowley will kill me, if I let Ты go”
“He’ll kill Ты either way” Dean snapped.
“Well, if Cas doesn’t Любовь me I don’t care” Zoey exclaimed crying.
They heard a noise and looked aside. Cas opened his eyes and frowned.
“Dean?” he сказал(-а) hoarse.
“I’m here” Dean said, quickly walking to Cas. He helped Cas sit up and supported his back. He looked from Cas’ injuries to Zoey. “If Ты really Любовь him, you’ll let him go”
Zoey shook her head.
Cas put his fingers in his blood and painted a sigil on the floor. He poked Dean and nodded weak at the bloody sign.
“What is it?” Zoey wanted to know.
But Dean put his hand on the sigil and he and Cas vanished in a blinding light.
“No one has to die, moron!” Dean yelled angry. “Put the огонь out, open the door, do something!”
Zoey shook her head. “I can’t. Crowley will kill me, if I let Ты go”
“He’ll kill Ты either way” Dean snapped.
“Well, if Cas doesn’t Любовь me I don’t care” Zoey exclaimed crying.
They heard a noise and looked aside. Cas opened his eyes and frowned.
“Dean?” he сказал(-а) hoarse.
“I’m here” Dean said, quickly walking to Cas. He helped Cas sit up and supported his back. He looked from Cas’ injuries to Zoey. “If Ты really Любовь him, you’ll let him go”
Zoey shook her head.
Cas put his fingers in his blood and painted a sigil on the floor. He poked Dean and nodded weak at the bloody sign.
“What is it?” Zoey wanted to know.
But Dean put his hand on the sigil and he and Cas vanished in a blinding light.
Cas beached on the street, far away from Rufus’ cabin. He wasn’t sure how to feel. He was angry, because Dean wouldn’t listen to him. Dean always thought he knew everything better. He was disappointed, because Dean had no faith in him at all.
He was so up in thought that he didn’t hear his name. But maybe that was because she didn’t use his real name.
“Emmanuel!”
Someone grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around. He looked at the woman. She looked familiar.
“Didn’t Ты hear me?” the woman asked. Cas stared at her. “Don’t Ты recognize me? It’s me, Daphne, your wife?”
Cas widened his eyes as he remembered her.
“Daphne” he сказал(-а) breathless. “How did Ты find me? What are Ты doing here?”
“Well, I hired a detective, I needed to find you” Daphne said. She searched in her pockets and conjured a big brown envelope. “I need Ты to sign these”
“What is it?” Cas frowned.
“A petition for annulment” Daphne answered.
He was so up in thought that he didn’t hear his name. But maybe that was because she didn’t use his real name.
“Emmanuel!”
Someone grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around. He looked at the woman. She looked familiar.
“Didn’t Ты hear me?” the woman asked. Cas stared at her. “Don’t Ты recognize me? It’s me, Daphne, your wife?”
Cas widened his eyes as he remembered her.
“Daphne” he сказал(-а) breathless. “How did Ты find me? What are Ты doing here?”
“Well, I hired a detective, I needed to find you” Daphne said. She searched in her pockets and conjured a big brown envelope. “I need Ты to sign these”
“What is it?” Cas frowned.
“A petition for annulment” Daphne answered.