Hi my name is Anna and I am not what you would call a special person in fact if anyone who knew me were to be asked I'd very well be called the most boring uninteresting person on the planet however as I was about to find out many boring people become infinitely more exciting if they have interesting friends. I had not however been expecting the events to befall me because of said friend however this is what happened.
I was about fifteen years old when I was invited to a bar by my little sister she had been reading about the bar in the news paper and all of her friends with whom she had many had all heard good things about it so she was to drag me there as a good deed for my mother.
So I was not happy about knowing that I was indeed a charity case. I began preparing for the night and as the evening progressed I actually found myself getting quite excited I had not been out for a long time and started imagining the type of place this club was going to be.
By eight thirty my sister and I were ready.
She had chosen to wear a sparkly black dress which was as per usual far too small for her. I however had simply put on a pair of clean jeans and a plain black top. Black being my favourite colour and all. My hair also hang on my shoulders quite boringly whereas my sister had chosen to wear hers up in a fancy way. I just rolled my eyes at the scene nothing different there to say we were as different from each other as hot and cold would have been an understatement.
Anyway we made it out to the car Karen had managed to get our father to give us a ride how she managed to catch him sober was beyond me but I refused to get in the car unless he was indeed sober so after ten minutes I was quite satisfied with the knowledge we would make it there safely we got in and within ten minutes we were outside the rather shady looking establishment. Our father quickly drove off obviously racing back to the bottle of whisky waiting for him and home and my sister and I went into the club was quite surprised there seemed to be no security outside the club at all as we entered Karen immediately met up with about three of her friends. Each one having a massive smile on his or her face obviously they had been enjoying themselves. Drinking and dancing. The band in the corner seemed to be playing some sort of gothic nonsense and was quiet enough that everyone could chat as well 'more of a coffee place than a club' I thought. We were shown the way to a small table in the back across the room from another small table where four men seemed to be arguing quietly between them obviously trying to not be seen or heard. I quickly turned back to my sister hoping to leave the men in piece I tried to listen to the music though it really wasn't my type. As my sister disappeared with her friends to the bathroom I was startled to hear a loud bang as the doors to the club began glowing and literally flew of there hinges and slammed into the opposite wall. I quickly hurried under the table and stayed there as everyone else in the room seemed to duck for cover, the four men however seemed to take a stand around the table. Though they all looked as scared as everyone else. I wondered if they knew what was happening. Suddenly a large figure steoppedinto the doorway they were wearing a long black cloak with a hood up hiding there face they seemed completely ignorant to all the terrified people as they made there way over to the mens table.