Naomi had always thought of herself a hero, a survivor. Ever since that fateful day all those years ago, the day she lost her parents. Eleven years old is far too young to lose ones parents.
It was raining softly that cold September Sunday. It was just like any other Sunday at the Eritt household. Naomi's father was burning their breakfast, the radio was blasting Metallica, the dog was chasing a hyper-active eleven year old. Nothing out of the ordinary.
The day carried on like any other Sunday would. The family of three had gone to church, and then to the park where they would spend the afternoon, Naomi's parents patiently watching as their daughter jumped around the swings with a happy innocence that only a child could possess.
It happened that night. The moon stood full in the night sky. Naomi was getting tucked into bed when her father let out a gut-wrenching scream of pain. Her mother told her to hide in the closet, before running to her husbands aid. Naomi remembered not listening to her mother that night, and getting out of bed.
She crept along the dark hallway and down the stairs, rubbing her small fist in her tired eyes. She let out a terrified shriek as her young eyes landed on the sight in front of her. Her dear parents, lay on the living room floor, their own blood pooled around them. Her father had become unrecognizable, his face littered with claw marks. His chest cavity had been torn open to reveal his rib cage and lungs. His heart had been ripped from his chest and discarded like rubbish. She hadn't looked to her mother for fear of seeing something worse.
When Naomi's scream pierced through the air, the creature that had been feasting on the bloody remains of her mother snapped its head toward her. It bared its razor sharp teeth as its lips curled back into a growl, a stream of blood dripped down its chin.
Naomi fled. She ran back up the stairs as fast as she could. She shot into the closest room and threw herself at the door, locking it. The creature scratched furiously at the door, trying to claw its way inside.
Naomi had stood that way for what felt like hours, her hand clasped over her mouth attempting to conceal her sobs. She heard footsteps in the hall, and then suddenly three loud bangs or what she assumed to be gunshots. She bit back a sob trying to hide from whoever was out there. She jumped slightly as she felt a rough rap on the door behind her.
"Wh-who are you?" she said, her voice hoarse from crying.
"A friend." The voice on the other side of the door grunted. It was a mans voice, pained and rough.
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So, that was my first chapter. I hope you like it, and by you I mean the dark abyss of irrelevant wattpad stories I have tumbled into. Anyway , for any actual readers, this is going to be a Dean x OC story. I hope you enjoy, and I will try to post as often as I can.
Xx Olivia Grace
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Fanfiction"The saddest word in the world is almost. He was almost in love. She was almost good for him. He almost stopped her. She almost waited. He almost lived. They almost made it." [SUPERNATURAL-season one -three] Disclaimer- I do not own Supernatural or...
