Your POV:

"We can never understand you..we're trying (Y/n) your have to throw us a bone here." My mom said.

I rolled my eyes. "I told you guys to just drop it. The therapists aren't working anymore and at this point talking with you guys is like talking to a fucking brick wall! I'm repeating myself and it's pointless." I get up from the table. "Thanks for dinner mom. I'm gonna go to bed and prepared to leave tomorrow." I sigh as I go to my room.

I recently graduated from Standford and discovered the love of my life Sam Winchester not only disappeared, turned into a criminal but now he's dead.... My mom forced me into therapy though I told her and my father many times. I'm fine and I want to deal with this myself. I knew at first they had good intentions but at this point its pestering and judgement.
My father gets upset that I can't get over him.
Continues to call him 'a lowly criminal who he knew was trouble from the start'

He's grown insensitive and my mother tries to set me up on dates with other guys as if she doesn't understand that grieving is not an easy fucking process. Especially when it all happens so fucking suddenly. My own friends even bummed out on me telling me to get over it. That he wasn't worth tao xent anymore. I not so kindly told them to fuck off.

The morning day I took a quick smoke before I drove back Kansas. I didn't like my car smelling like smoke though it was a nasty habit I've developed over the last couple of  months.

On the way home I stopped by the store and picked up a wine bottle. I didn't give a shit that I had work tomorrow. I might not even go depending on how I wake up.
Once I get into the house I kick off my shoes and pop the wine open.

"Alexa play party playlist." I say before drinking.

One step forward, one step backwards
One step forward, one step backwards

[Verse 1]
Some days I'm up, some days I'm down
Some days the world is way too loud
Some days my bed won't let me out
But I'm okay with missin'...

[Pre-Chorus]
Out on the social anxiety
Out on the phony friends I don't need
So I just turn off my phone and turn on TV
Cause solo‘s the only way I can breathe
So I just, so I just...

Chorus]
Do my little lonely dance
Performing for my only fan
Cause it's my kind of party
My room is where my heart is
I do my little lonely dance
I don't need you to understand
And there's no way I'm stoppin'
It’s like nobody's watching
As I do my little lonely dance

I didn't know this song but it was me in a nutshell.

I ended up burping before laughing. "MOOD!" I yelled. "Alexa turn the volume up to 100." I said and the volume goes all the way up and I just let myself go with the music. This was what my life was like for the rest of the week. Get home, drink my sorrows away and knock myself out. Fuck the fact that I had degrees to my name and that I should be looking for a better job than an employee at the gas station. I seen no point

Then one night somebody decided to interrupt my nightly ritual.

I was about to take my third sip of wine when someone was banging on the door.
I pulled the door open. "Look Mrs.Bigsby nobody had complained about my music accept you and you are below me my music isn't even that lou-"

"(Y/n)?" I heard a familiar voice say.

I looked up. "S-sam? You're not- they said you were..." I began crying.

Sam held me up to keep me from falling.

"I'm here." He said gently in my ear. "I got got you."