The sound came from behind me. I have always dreaded being so close to that noise. It has always been a noise that I could never escape.
Wake up the next morning.
āāāāāāāāāāāāā
The noise repeated itās bitter echo from behind me as i was lifted from my loving home, I was the last one left.
The most I can do as I wait is stare at the people. There were two, as it seemed, middle aged males. The noises had quieted down a little so I was able to hear their conversation.
āHey, Sammy.ā One male said.
āMorning Dean.ā The other, Sammy, replied.
āLike a baby. These things still surprise me with how comfortable they can be. Especially after along hunt.ā
āMaybe you shouldnāt have-ā He had to pause he was laughing to hard. This other man Dean must have done something quite stupid.
āI didnāt know it was her!ā
POP! It went and I felt a searing pain. A greasy tear managed to escape and slip down the round curve as I prepared for the inevitable.
I decided to look more into what these guys look like, may as well enjoy these precious few moments. Sammy has long brown hair- and I mean to his shoulders- and brown eyes. I had to stop and simply stare at his eyes. I had never seen anything like them. Then there was Dean, with his blond hair and confident solemn green eyes, you could tell heād felt the world on his back and held it over his head with one hand.
My back started to ache as the seconds ticked by, waiting, that was the worst part.
He broke open my skin. I almost started to beg, beg for another chance but, it was to late.
I lay against the fiery blackness and popping sounds, I refused to think about it.
āLooking good Sammy.ā The self-assured blond came and pat the tall man on the back. He sat on the wood table directly behind him, breathing it all in.
āIām almost done, if you can wait that long.ā
Thick dark brown flakes were thrown over me as he flipped me over to continue this endless torture.
I began to see spots and I was ready for it to be over.
More popping could be heard as the human pushed hard against the solid surface.
The last thing I heard the human, Sammy, say was,
āDean, breakfast is ready.ā
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