2. What Do I Do?
A man stood over my father's bed. My father lay there unmoving. I knew I had gotten there too late. I turned, and ran out. The man chased after me. So I ran faster. Two men, a tall one with hair that draped over his ears, and a shorter one with the prettiest eyes I'd ever seen. I ran pass both of them.
"Hey!" the taller one yelled after me. He ran and caught me by the arm. "What are you running from?"
"Him," I said pointing. The man turned the corner, and faced us. The tall one, pushed me behind him.
"Dean!" he yelled as I gripped his arm.
"Sammy, get her out of here," Dean said. Sam grabbed my hand, and we ran. My father, the thought cried out in my mind, he's gone. I slowed down. He did too, seeing I couldn't run much longer.
"Sam," I said. He jumped at the sound of my voice saying his name. The man caught up with us. Sam's expression looked worried.
"Dean!" he screamed. There was no answer. The man ran towards us. Sam again pushed me behind him. The man hit Sam square in the jaw, stunning him for a moment. I yelled out, turning and pushing myself forwards, only to fall, and hit my head hard on the concrete. I turned and looked at the man, who had a hold of my ankles. I screamed, and the man pulled me towards him. He bit his wrist, with teeth, that looked like shark teeth. He shoved the bloody wrist into my face. Blood poured into my mouth, and I moved back away from him. He used his other hand to push me into his wrist. I blacked out.