I don't own my candy love

Sorry if this offends

Did you like my twist?

Well after this fanfic, I'm writing an new one.

So you should read it.

Chapter 9: The Truth

Castiel walked me home. Mom and Andy got a call from the school. They knew what happened. The next day I was forced to stay home and take an exam. The kind that lets people know if you're psychic. I passed. Calls started coming in and eventually we unplugged the phone and went to a cell phone only rule.I turned off my cell phone. Andy wanted me to talk to people but I refused. Finally he invited everyone from our enormous group. I sat on my bed. I didn't dare say a word, until Amber came down.

"She's a faker," she exclaimed. "She just wants attention."

"We had her evaluated, she's not lying." Andy threw back.

"SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"CAN YOU NOT SEE I WANT TO BE ALONE! WHY CAN'T YOU PRETEND I'M JUST DEAD!" the pain came unnoticed and I was sucked into my own world.

"I'VE ALWAYS HATED YOU!" my mother yelled.

"JUST CRAWL IN A HOLE LIKE YOUR FATHER AND DIE!" the scene shifted. That was unexpected. I looked at the clock. It was 2:00 in the mourning. Somehow a second short vision lasted for hours. As I layed down on my bed my window shook. Something wasn't right.

There was a knock on the door. My mother came in holding a extra one of my room keys.

"I know you know." She stated simply.

"Know what…?" I started but she cut me off.

"What happened to your father." she whispered evilly.

"You hired that man to kill him." the words came out in an utter shock. I let out a scream but it was muffled by the man behind me. The cloth he held smelt of chloroform. I pretended to pass out while doing my best not to, but I did.

kI woke up in a truck. I banged on the lid and screamed at the top of my lungs. I stopped screaming when the lid flew open. Daylight shined in and blinded me. The man grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to my feet. I wanted to scream but I couldn't.

We were in the park, which was empty as a ghost town. Wasn't these places supposed to be crowded?

The man pulled me to the river that ran through the park. I tried to bite him but he pulled a gun out on me. I finally saw his face. It was the officer my father died saving, or at least thats what the town thought.

"You…" I let out as he walked me to the river at gunpoint.

He chuckled. The river was moving fast and I couldn't swim, well at least. I'd never make it.

I made a daring move. I attempted to grab his gun, but he managed to fire. I felt instant pain in my shoulder. I pushed him away from me. He dropped the gun and went flying into the river.

I grabbed the gun and ran to the car. I locked myself in and waited. An idea struck. I searched the car and grabbed an orange folder. I dropped the gun in along with some hair from the fight that I was sure was his. I grabbed a jacket also in the car and made my descent. I ran ignoring the pain. When I reached the street I saw the school. Andy.

I ran.

When I got to the school. In classroom A the group along with amber and her friends were inside chatting.

"ANDY!" I screamed making my way toward him feeling weaker by the second. His face was a mix between confusion and anger.

"I can't believe you!" he yelled.

"You ran away!"

"No, Andy, please. I need help." I begged. I pushed the folder at him with all my might.

"Inside is the gun…"

"GUN?!" He yelled.

"Yes, the one that was used to shoot dad. Give it to the police." I said stumbling back.

"I need to go…" I was cut off.

"You're bleeding."Castiel's voice echoed in the room. I looked down. The blood soaked through the coat.

My breathing became shallower. I fell into a pool of my own blood. Most of the room scattered to get teachers or help me. Castiel kneels by my side. I understood now. I kissed him and drifted off into a dark sleep.

There was no mystery guy. It was me. I saw through his eyes. He was safe everyone was safe. I was in peace.

I woke in a hospital room. There infront of me was a child. She had black hair, grey eyes and smile I saw on my own father many times. She was mine. She was his. She was real. She will be anyway. My beautiful daughter. A beautiful author.