A Short Story : A Story?

“Oh yeah about that, thanks for helping me and everything but I thought about it and I think I want all of this to be mine and only mine, and I would keep you alive but I don’t want any suspects!” Juan said laughing.

With a grimace, he closed the distance between them. “Much obliged. Damn outlaws ambushed me,” he said.

She wrapped her fingers around his wrist to stop him. An image flashed of her face, upper lip bloody, color returning to her skin. “I thought you were dead. I saw you get shot.”

“And when would that be? When would I ever believe that I went from being an only child to having a lost sister just from someone telling me that in a few minutes?”

arm pit and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s get the hell outta here,” I

“You don’t have to talk. That pale face and haunted look tells me everything I need to know. It’s Joan, isn’t it?”

I looked back at her, hands stuffed in my pockets. "If I haven't been ordered to save him, then I'll let him die."

    “I know, but you make it seem like you want him to die, like he’s mean to, in fact.”

“What are you talking about?” scoffed Matt. “This is my home and I have no siblings.”

“I don’t remember doing that, but I was pretty freaked out. Do you know why he grabbed me?”

“Amy I know; trust me I know. It was an accident I was there but, at times I feel guilty for not saying anything. If it was us we would want to know

"No, let go of me!" She clawed on the arm, drawing silver blood in the process.

“Oh. Well, hehe, I missed you?” He received a glare as reply, making him jump. "I'll go do that."

“And that’s why you ran away.” I could hear the anger and annoyance in his voice. Ever since Sam left, Dean, Dad, and I were different. I talked a lot less, which I didn’t much in the first place.

Tall, slender and pale-faced; black hair messily bordered his forehead and either cheek. A large, gray sweatshirt hid his minuscule shoulders and a chest and stomach that’d be almost concave. He stood perpendicular to her path with his arm still holding the curtain aside; behind him was the furnished room, she had just exited. He looked to be a high school boy. She’d be in high school soon, so at least they have something to talk about.