After gaining some sleep, away from prying eyes. I awoke somewhat dazed, and felt I had a headache - which was impossible. I don't get them. I also had the hot and cold chills, one minute I'm sweating like a pig - the next, cold as an ice cube. I couldn't tell Dean or Sam, they would just think I was going crazy and wouldn't take me seriously.

I was nervous all the time, always cocking my head over my shoulders, to see if anything was behind me. I was genuinely paranoid. But my goal was to help the boys out, and I received word by Martin to meet him in his room. I guess the boys must have told him, I was here to help. I arrived in the room, to see the three of them huddled over, looking at something.

"What is it?" I hear Dean ask.

"Well, I bet you a chicken dinner it's what we're up against... A wraith." Martin replied, as I swayed further into the room. My tennis shoes - which were not that flattering on me, squeaked me in. All of them stood up straight, alert, before cocking their heads to meet my gaze.

"Only Nurse Halliwell," I cracked a smirk, putting on that front I always have with them.

"They crack open skulls and feed on brain juice," Martin announces, which just darkened the whole mood.

"You ever tangle with one before?" Sam asked the question.

"Never," Martin seemed afraid already, as I took a peek at the journal they were staring at. On the right hand page, was a pen sketch of what the creature looked like. It looked dead, and ugly. "Never wanted to, neither," his eyes were brought to Sam for a second.

"So how do we kill it?" Dean became serious, folding his arms over his chest.

"Silver. You so much as touch a wraith with the stuff, and the skin will crackle. Now, that's the good news. The bad news is," Martin wanted to start with the good news first, and then go onto the bad. "They can pass as humans... It could be any peter, paul, or mary in the joint," the only downfall in all of this.

"Fantastic. So how do we find it?" Dean states.

"A-a mirror. Lore says a wraith will show its true form in a mirror," Martin replied to the question.

"Ok, well, we just got to spot-check every patient and every staff member," Dean etched the plan right out.

"Ok. Yeah," Sam agreed with his brother. "But, I mean, what's it doing in a mental hospital?" Sam was confused on that small part, why in the world would it be in here.

"A nuthouse – it's – it's a perfect captive victim pool," Dean replied, locking eyes with Sam.

"Sure... Who's gonna believe a patient when they say they saw a monster? It's the perfect hunting ground," it indeed was the perfect place to hunt.

"How original," I remarked, as everyone's eyes were brought to me. "I'll keep the staff," I announced, taking a handful of staff wouldn't be a problem. The three of them nodded, agreeing to it. I spun around, a little too quickly, and felt dizzy. My balance was thrown, and I tripped over my own two feet. However, Sam reacted fast, and caught me in his hold.

"Woah, steady," Sam spoke softly, raising me gently back up to my feet. "Are you ok?" Sam's gaze was watchful and piercing. But I didn't make eye contact with him.

"Fine," I waved him off, but I felt Martin and Dean's eyes on me. "I'll let you know if I find anything," without another word, I slowly walked towards the door, swaying a bit, but found my footing. Heading out to search for this wraith...

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Hours had passed, night descended, and I had checked most of the nurses, orderlies, and even a few doctors. But the pounding in my head was becoming unbearable, and I could hardly keep my eyes open. Again, I had to sleep to wear off this pain, but all I could do was toss and turn. I tried to come up with an answer for all of this, but my thoughts couldn't function, and random things that I hadn't thought about in decades, even centuries just popped into my head.

I roamed the corridor, holding onto the walls, and I couldn't lift my head up due to the lights. It was like an intense migraine. By some miracle I found Sam's room. I tried the door handle, but his room was locked. I took some deep breaths, and waved my hand over the lock, but nothing happened. I took another wave, and this time I could hear the lock unlock, and I pushed into the room.

"Abigael?!" I looked worse for wear, I could feel the sweat roll down from my forehead.

"Something is wrong," I announced, cocking my eyes to him. I stumble forward, but he rushes over, and holds me in his embrace. Guiding me towards his bed. "I-I-I," my words just got lost. "I'm a monster," the words came free. We both were now sitting on the edge of his bed. "I-I, I killed my own mother," tears laced my eyes and soon fell. "The only person who understood me," my words came out as a sob, but they were still audible. "It was my fault she was hanged. It was my fault that we were caught by her coven and sentenced to hang in Salem," the tears did not stop flowing. I was being vulnerable with him., and that was a thing I never did. "I see her when I close my eyes, when I open them. I-I, she's haunting me because I've poisoned her memory, our name. Because I'm a vile monster, who took it out on the world for her death. But the only person I should have been taking it out on was myself," again the words came out as sob.

At that moment, Sam faded away, and was replaced by me. A girl from all those years ago, innocent, and pure from evil.

"You killed her!" I yelled at her. "You killed my mother!" I yelled in anger, throwing a punch, and it connected sweetly to her cheek, which sent her flying off the bed, and onto the floor. Just then, two orderlies came rushing in, as I shot off the bed, and towards myself. However, I could not get a chance to touch her as the orderlies held me back. "You bastard! You killed her! You killed her!" I had finally lost my grip on reality.

I was dragged from the room, kicking and screaming profanity, and crazy things. About being a witch, about being in Salem when the witch trials were on. I was quickly locked away in a confinement room. Tied down for my safety, they had to do it fast. So I was still in my nurses outfit....

I struggled against the restraints, but they only tugged at my wrists - which only was going to leave a red mark. I don't know how long I was in there, screaming, and trying to break free. I lost complete control over myself.

The door to the room opens, and comes in nurse Foreman, with a smile tugging at her lips. As if my eyes adjusted to her true form, it shifted to that of a gray-half dead person. Then it clicked, she was the wraith.

"Bitch!" I spat at her, and forced my limbs out, trying to break free.

"Finally," she lets out, closing the door, and entering the room. "Took you long enough. I heard that you're this big bad, but here you are. All pathetic looking," she made her way over to the bed, and sat on the edge, looking down at me.

"What did you do to me?!" I spat through a clench jaw, feeling pissed.

"I knew it would be harder to get you. So, I dosed you. A lot actually, made you even more juicy," the smug smirk on her lips just made me even more mad.

"Incendia!" I spoke the incantation with such force, as if it was going to work on her. But she did not set aflame.

"Aw, lost your mojo?" she fake pouted, as the toxin she's pumped me with must be affecting my magic.

"When I get out of here!"

"You'll what? Turn me into a toad," she laughed at the end of her statement as I offered her the death glare. "Honey please, you've just ensured your stay here. The outburst was so good! But I have your hunter friend to deal with," she stood to her feet, and headed to the door. I struggled once again, but they didn't do anything. "You're my dessert," with a pleasant smile on her face, she walks through the now open door, and closes it. Leaving me with my crazed thoughts.

Out of the shadows appeared my mother, but I closed my eyes not wanting to look at her. My bottom lips quivering, as the tears began to fall once again. My anger, and hatred melted into despair, and sadness.

"Open thy eyes daughter, and see," her voice rang through my ears, but I shook my head. "See the damage you cause to the one you love," I kept my eyes tightly shut, but whimpers escaped my mouth.

"I-I know what I am," my voice broke as the words came free. "And I'm sorry," the sobs came. "I'm so sorry, Mamma," it was like I had returned to my childhood, being told off for doing something bad. This time, it was because of who I was. "I know you would be disappointed in me. In the back of my mind, I truly believe that. But you weren't there for the aftermath. I mourned, and cried for decades. Dead inside, and the only thing that could get me through it was the pain I inflicted on others, because it numbed my own," the truth just sprung free, and it was kind of liberating. The air was silent, and I could not hear anything.

"So much pain you've endured, and yet, you are strong," my mother's voice had changed from that monotone, full of disgust, to that of a caring one that I knew from long ago. "I forgive you, because that's what mothers do," suddenly, I felt a cold presence on my forehead, and felt a kiss upon it. A feeling washed over me, my mind becoming clear and the haze of the wraith's poison subsiding.

I snapped open my eyes, but the room was empty. My temperature was coming back to normal, and my head no longer hurt with the pain. The tears on my cheeks began to dry. With a single yank from all of my limbs, the restraints snapped from their positions on me. I swung my legs round, and sat up, feeling totally fine, as if I was cured, like magic.

The sirens in the hospital began to ring, and I didn't want to spend another minute in this hell. I stood from the bed, waving my hand out to the door, which shot open, just in time to see Dean and Sam coming to a halt.

"Can we please get out of here? I've had enough crazy for one day," the boys nodded their heads to me. With a single flourish of my hand, we all were engulfed in black smoke, and it faded our vision. Only for a split-second, as the three of us reformed next to the Impala.

"Safe and sound so, bye," I flew my hand up, ready to disappear on them, but Sam grabbed my wrist, stopping me from leaving.

"Abby, stop," Sam said a short version of my name, which he had never done before. "What was all that back there," his voice held concern, which again was never done towards me before. All I could do was shake my head.

"My past," was all I could say, before black smoke generated from the ground, and whooshed up my figure. Sending me on my way. For the first time in forever, I was freaked, and vulnerable. Were my walls finally breaking down?
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