𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘, dean winchester

[ CHAPTER TEN ]

[ CHAPTER TEN ]

'MERCY'

WARNINGS: death and grief.

She abruptly jolted awake to a pounding sensation that circulated painfully around the back of her skull, light eyes fluttering open and squinted, trying to make sense of the blurred vision before her.

Slowly her vision began to piece itself together like a wooden jigsaw puzzle, her once blurred gaze clearing up, allowing her to scan her surroundings.

It seemed that she was in her living room, though the state of it concerned her.

Several items had been knocked over, looking as if they were purposely done, her mother's plant pot that had once contained a vibrant aloe vera was scattered in shards across the carpet.

The plant itself had been uprooted, the leaves crushed and flattened by a heavy boot.

The books that had once neatly sat in alphabetical order were spread across the shaggy grey rug, the tattered spines looking ready to fall apart.

Beige, thin brows furrowed together as she tried to recall what happened, the last thing Lux could remember was looking out the window, her eyes fixated on the sleek car parked across the road.