Post by Jane Paladin on Jul 4, 2017 10:04:24 GMT -5
What would it be like to return to a "normal" life? Wondered Jane as she laid down on her bed in a skivvy motel that she had picked on her ride to another new town. She was getting to see the whole country, that was a plus, but she was looking over her shoulder, and constantly worrying about money. She was afraid of so many things. But she had trained herself to be vigilant and on her toes at all times. How could she go back to a normal life after all that she had seen and witnessed? How could she settle down and get her own place or apartment? She probably wasn't even emotionally stable enough to have a real relationship. Even before everything happened when she met Sam and Dean she hadn't been the most stable person in the world. She had a drinking habit at the time, she was normally either drinking or working out. It was one thing or the other.
Even in her old life she wasn't.. happy. She liked going to bars, and working out. Her job as a personal trainer was boring, even though she liked working out she really hated working with people. What was she trying to make of her life now? She was trying to help people with issues with the supernatural. Was she really helping people? Or putting herself in deeper? She rubbed her face and sat up, feeling anxious to do... something. What was it that she wanted or needed to do? She grabbed a beer from the mini fridge and chugged it down. She tossed the bottle away. She was tired of looking over her shoulder and feeling anxious during the night at every sound.
Jane had a hard time sleeping almost all the time. Nightmares pledged her most of the time. It was annoying not to be able to sleep, it put her on more of an edge then she should be. She felt like she was trapped in this game of cat and mouse, she couldn't tell if she was the cat or the mouse in the situation of her being a "hunter". Something had to make her feel better, she had to do something. But the question was, what?
Drive? Maybe that is what she should do. Drive away from the place she was in now, far away.
Where? She couldn't run from this? How could she run from this? The knowledge of what it is to become a hunter. That demons and other beings are roaming this world with the common people with little to no protection from what was actually under their noses.
Anywhere. Where could she feel comfortable again? Where could she actually feel safe?
Nowhere.
It had already dawned on her that she would not feel safe anywhere. She almost couldn't remember the last time she felt at ease. So she grabbed her bag, leaving the rest of her shit in the room, and hopped on her bike, and went.
The wind blowing against her leather jacket and her covered gloves made her feel more free. She loved the bike, it made her think of freedom. Real freedom is something she hadn't felt for a long, long time. She followed winding roads and highways till her gas in her engine got low. So she pulled off to the nearest exit and into a gas station. The crescent moon lingered in the sky and the stars twinkled brightly.
She almost felt like she could take a deep breath again. She was starting to feel a little better. As the gas finished filling up her thank she climbed onto her bike and kicked it into starting and rode off. As she rode on it started to get cloudy, like it would start to rain soon. As she was coming around a curve a deer ran across the road, and she hit it head on. She was flung off the bike, scraping across the ground, the bike ran over her as she slid across the ground. And even though she was wearing a helmet, everything went black.
