Summary: Jessica’s younger sister looks back on her life with her sister, and the events occurring before and after her death.
Trigger Warnings: mentions of torture, loneliness, feeling inadequate
It had been years since I’d seen him, seen Sam. Not since before my sister, Jess died. After that, things…..changed in my family. Mom and dad split, dad drinking himself to death only a year or so later. Mom had decided to just give up completely it seemed. The light in her eyes just diminished completely. Jess was my older sister, the pride and joy of my family, the one with a bright future and a loving boyfriend. She was also the only one who truly seemed to love me. My parents had always compared me to her, saying things like “Why can’t you be more like your sister?” Or “Jess never would have done something like that” So once I had turned eighteen, I moved in with her at her college dorm, she had accepted me with open arms. Soon after, her boyfriend Sam had moved in. He and I got along well, teasing each other like siblings almost constantly. He was protective like Jess too, and I could honestly say I loved him like he was my own flesh and blood brother. But then, after about a year, Dean showed up. Sam’s brother. Their dad had gone missing, and Sam had reluctantly agreed to take a weekend and search. At the time, I hadn’t known why Sam didn’t want to search. That was his father. Sam had promised to be back by Monday, having a huge interview scheduled for that day. Jess and I agreed, wishing him luck and making him promise to be careful. So with a kiss to Jess’s lips, and a peck to the top of my head, he left. Then she died, pinned to the ceiling while I was bound to the wall by invisible restraints, forced to watch my own sister burst into flames. Dean had to pull us both out of the building, screaming and crying. I had passed out soon after. When I finally woke up, I was in a hospital, and my parents sat next to me, tear tracks down their faces. They told me Sam had disappeared, and that the fire had been caused by faulty wiring. But I knew better. What had happened to my sister was far from normal. I went home, researching and looking for anything that would explain what I’d seen. The only thing I could find, was demons. That’s how I finally found out what creatures lurked in the dark, but why Jess? Why my sister? From there I went looking for Sam, leaving home, training, hunting, searching for the only person that could explain why my sister had died. A few months after my departure, dad died of alcohol poisoning, and a year after that, mom died of cancer. I was really and truly alone. Yet I didn’t stop looking. Not until demons found out who I was looking for.
I laughed at the situation, looking up at the cement ceiling. Blood dripped from the wound in my temple, and practically every other part of my body. The door opened a few feet away, the usual black eyed freak stepping in. He smirked before he started tearing me open, blood pouring from new wounds and old. Screams bounced off the walls, but I was used to the pain. Like I said, I hadn’t seen Sam in years, and I seriously doubted I ever would again.