The neon lights flashed across the room, leaving me stunned. The bass to the music was turned up to max point, making the floor reverberate. The beat of the music was pulsating through my feet as I walked, feeling like the beating of a human heart. It gave off the feeling that the club itself was alive. The way the lights flashed in time to the music, and the speakers shook with the power of the music, it all flowed into the atmosphere. The people inside, be them as they may, they fed off of the pure, raw energy that charged the air in the room like electricity.

Sweating bodies swayed in time to the music, and a couple was making out passionately in the corner. I threaded my way to the back of the dance floor, towing a hot guy with the world's most dazzling eyes behind me.

As I reached the maintenance room door I turned around and brought the boys lips to mine. The kiss was long and sweet and it made me want more. His lips were soft and moist and tasted like Chap Stick. For a while I just stood there with my hands clutching his biceps sucking on his lower lip. I let my tongue trace the outside of his mouth. I was in heaven.

Slowly, I brought my arms up around his neck and I tilted my head so we could kiss more deeply. He groaned a little against my mouth, and I knew he was thinking what I was thinking.

Thank God for Escapes. Thank God that Celine has the naivety of a two year old. Thank God for Simon braking down and bringing me, even though he hates it here. Speaking of Simon, he was not going to like me when he hears about this. He's so overprotective. Maybe I won't tell him, maybe I'll…

"Storm. Storm, you back here?" Speak of the devil, I thought ruefully, and the devil shall appear.

Simon's concerned voice brought me crashing back to reality. My head whipped toward the general direction of his call like a bat out of hell. I saw his familiar skinny build pushing past the last couple on the edge of the dance floor. His face lit up when he saw me. Then, seeing my company, his expression clouded over, and a look of true loathing rearranged his features.

"Sorry to interrupt your scintillatingconversation," His venomous tone indicated he wasn't sorry at all, and that he was highly liable to come after Eli with a baseball bat, "but we promised Celine you'd be back by eleven."

I unwillingly untangled myself from Eli and slid nimbly to my feet. Without turning to look back at him, I stalked off towards the door, shooting Simon a look that could kill. Before turning to follow me, Simon stared daggers' at Eli.

Outside, I had already hailed a cab when Simon came barging through the front door of Escapes. I hurried to the cab door and stepped in. Hastily, Simon slid in besides me.

"Don't get mad," he pleaded, "I was just trying to make sure that Celine didn't kill me for making you miss curfew for the hundredth time since you turned fifteen."

This comment was met by a silence to deep to break. I wasn't forgiving him for this, not this time. Every time I meet someone at Escapes, he always has an excuse for butting in and breaking us apart. Last week, I was talking to a guy named Jordan, and he claimed he had a major migraine, and needed to go home. I would have bought it if he hadn't miraculously improved by the time we were passing Game Stop and he just HAD to get the new version of Call of Duty.

Ten minutes of silence passed before we made it to the group home on 7th Street. I got out of the cab without paying the driver, knowing that Simon would get the fare because I was so obviously fed up with him. Predictably, he paid the cab driver and slid out of the car, landing firmly on the sidewalk next to me with a low thump.

I was already making my way up the front steps, when he grabbed my wrist and spun me around.

"Please, just hear me out," the desperate under current to his tone startled me. Is my friendship that important to him? "I was just looking out for you. Making sure you didn't get in trouble."

For some reason I completely lost my cool at that point.

"I don't need a baby sitter. I need a friend that will help me escape from the chaos and insanity that is my life. I don't need anyone to look after me. I can take care of myself; I've been doing it for years."

"I know that." The exasperation in his voice reminded me of my parents, and that just fuelled the fire blazing inside of me.

"Do you? If you can't learn to let me live my own life, you'll be kicked out of it. I know you think you're helping me, but I'm liking self efficiency so much better. You're not my parent or legal guardian or even my social worker for crying out loud. Stop acting like an adult and more like a friend. I don't need another person with a stick permanently shoved up their ass telling me how to live my life."

I realize a little too late that I might be being too harsh on him, but I shake it off. Right now, all I care about it getting my goddamn point across.

"Just leave Si," I say bitterly, a certain stiffness in my voice that he knows not to go against, "Call me tomorrow when you've gotten the stick removed."

I turned my back on him and reached for the doorknob, when I stopped short. I spun around slowly and watched as Simon hurriedly strode down the street. Suddenly, my ears start ringing, and all I feel is this feeling of sadness and revulsion at myself. How could I talk to Simon like that?

From the way his shoulders are set, I can tell he's pissed at me. Now look what you've done Clary, I thought bitterly, he probably wants nothing to do with you now. You've gone and blown the best friendship you've ever had.

For once, I have a perfect recollection of what I've done. 'Storm' – as I've come to refer to my other self as- was a perfect bitch to Simon. As usual. This is what you get for being crazy. It's true, multiple personalities isn't exactly the epitome of normal these days. In fact, if you ask anyone, they'd probably say I'm a freak. Usually I don't care, but Storm feels the need to go out of her way to tell them to…..have sex…..with themselves. But with slightly more suggestive language.

God Si! I thought I told you to never take me out when Storm came around. With that thought I let out a heavy sigh. I know it's not his fault. It's no ones. No one's but –

I shake my head quickly to dispel the ugly thoughts, desperately trying to keep Storm and the memories away. It seems that my past is a trigger of my MPD. Just what I need. Something else to cause my lack of control.

Sighing heavily, I turned and stalked into the darkness of the main hall.