Heyy, this is something I wrote a while geleden for Emmett and Rosalie, please commentaar there will be meer 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 u 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 gegeven u all my past information then u can choose if u want to live the rest of my life with me of 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 u would expect a young child too have. Then my parents snapped, they went crazy, I don’t know what happed, one dag they were fine the volgende dag my mother turned into an alcoholic and my father into a drug addict but on top, boven of that they both turned extremely abusive. I had been neglected, I hardly ever went to school, if I wanted food 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, u stupid little teef where the hell are you?” She would scream at me stomping up the stairs normally holding a bottle of wodka of whiskey. I had never done anything but she didn’t care, nothing could stop her. She would drag me from under my bed door my hair and punch, kick and slap me. I was too scared to tell anyone and my bruises were covered door my clothing and any that weren’t I would make up excuses that I had fallen of 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 schommel, swing at me, I was lay on my roze 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 volgende maand I was on my own, getting food 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 uithangbord 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 verplaats towards me. I didn’t care who they were of what they wanted, I just wanted to die, I was cold and hungry and too weak to move. My head fell vooruit, voorwaarts 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 u 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 gegeven u all my past information then u can choose if u want to live the rest of my life with me of 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 u would expect a young child too have. Then my parents snapped, they went crazy, I don’t know what happed, one dag they were fine the volgende dag my mother turned into an alcoholic and my father into a drug addict but on top, boven of that they both turned extremely abusive. I had been neglected, I hardly ever went to school, if I wanted food 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, u stupid little teef where the hell are you?” She would scream at me stomping up the stairs normally holding a bottle of wodka of whiskey. I had never done anything but she didn’t care, nothing could stop her. She would drag me from under my bed door my hair and punch, kick and slap me. I was too scared to tell anyone and my bruises were covered door my clothing and any that weren’t I would make up excuses that I had fallen of 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 schommel, swing at me, I was lay on my roze 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 volgende maand I was on my own, getting food 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 uithangbord 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 verplaats towards me. I didn’t care who they were of what they wanted, I just wanted to die, I was cold and hungry and too weak to move. My head fell vooruit, voorwaarts towards my knees and I started shaking.
“Gerard committed suicide last night” Zoey said. “I found him hanging in our bedroom”
Daphne covered her mouth. “Oh my God, that’s…awful” she said
Daphne threw her arms around Zoey and Zoey faked a few tears and sobs. She pushed Daphne away and zei she had to tell Alexia. She put her portemonnee on the dresser, knowing Daphne would see the letter and be too curious to leave it where it is.
And indeed, a minuut later, Daphne stormed outside, hysterically crying how everything was her fault.
Zoey walked back inside, trusting Daphne would need some time to calm down. She opened Daphne’s computer and connected a portable hard drive to it. The hard drive contained a fake video of Cas doing things with Alexia.
Zoey copied the video to Daphne’s files and then removed the hard drive. She closed the computer and called Alexia.
“Let’s go, Lex” she said. “We’re going to your grandparents”
Daphne covered her mouth. “Oh my God, that’s…awful” she said
Daphne threw her arms around Zoey and Zoey faked a few tears and sobs. She pushed Daphne away and zei she had to tell Alexia. She put her portemonnee on the dresser, knowing Daphne would see the letter and be too curious to leave it where it is.
And indeed, a minuut later, Daphne stormed outside, hysterically crying how everything was her fault.
Zoey walked back inside, trusting Daphne would need some time to calm down. She opened Daphne’s computer and connected a portable hard drive to it. The hard drive contained a fake video of Cas doing things with Alexia.
Zoey copied the video to Daphne’s files and then removed the hard drive. She closed the computer and called Alexia.
“Let’s go, Lex” she said. “We’re going to your grandparents”
The volgende morning.
Zoey was talking with the mortician, while Alexia was watching cartoons. At least Zoey was under the impression Alexia was watching cartoons. Until her little girl let out a shriek.
“Mommy!”
Zoey, scared something had happened to Alexia, jumped up and ran into the sitting room. Alexia was staring at the screen.
“Lex, what’s going on? u almost gave mommy a hart-, hart attack” Zoey zei and swallowed a few times to calm down.
“Mommy, come look” Alexia zei breathless. “Uncle Emmanuel is on TV”
Zoey rushed to the televisie and increased the volume.
“Last night the police arrested a man named Castiel for the abuse of a four jaar old girl” the newsreader said.
“Alexia, go play outside” Zoey zei trembling.
“Why do they call him Castiel, mommy? His name’s Emmanuel” Alexia zei confused.
“Now!” Zoey yelled and Alexia ran outside.
Zoey was talking with the mortician, while Alexia was watching cartoons. At least Zoey was under the impression Alexia was watching cartoons. Until her little girl let out a shriek.
“Mommy!”
Zoey, scared something had happened to Alexia, jumped up and ran into the sitting room. Alexia was staring at the screen.
“Lex, what’s going on? u almost gave mommy a hart-, hart attack” Zoey zei and swallowed a few times to calm down.
“Mommy, come look” Alexia zei breathless. “Uncle Emmanuel is on TV”
Zoey rushed to the televisie and increased the volume.
“Last night the police arrested a man named Castiel for the abuse of a four jaar old girl” the newsreader said.
“Alexia, go play outside” Zoey zei trembling.
“Why do they call him Castiel, mommy? His name’s Emmanuel” Alexia zei confused.
“Now!” Zoey yelled and Alexia ran outside.
The door of Meg’s motel room opened and Meg stared at the door way. She was still stuck under the Key of Solomon.
“Anna told me u were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could u get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a veilig distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless u do something. Personally, I don’t care if u killed that man of not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If u do the right thing, then I guarantee u Dean and I will never try to kill u again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do u want me to do?” she asked.
“Anna told me u were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could u get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a veilig distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless u do something. Personally, I don’t care if u killed that man of not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If u do the right thing, then I guarantee u Dean and I will never try to kill u again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do u want me to do?” she asked.
