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"I shoot the lights out, Hide 'til its bright out, Whoa, just another lonely night, Are you willing to sacrifice your life?" I sang along with my iPod as I did my hair. With my headphones in and my blow dryer on, I didn't notice anyone come in until I was jumped on.

"Ahh!" I cried, but when I opened my eyes I knew who it was. "Don't scare me like that, Stoner!" I said giggling, as I was pulled into a big hug.

"Come on Danielle, hurry up. We need to get going, you're mom's gonna be home soon." And he had a point. He was my best friend, and hisname was Darrin, but more commonly known by his nickname, Stoner, which he'd earned by being a huge stoner.

Stoner released me from his vice-like hug and stared at me. I had a maroon tank and some Aerie panties on. "I think you should just go as you are." I threw a brush at him. He was a total flirt, and I always teased him for looking like Munro Chambers, but hotter.

"Get outta here! Let me finish my hair and get some pants on, then we can go." He backed out of the bathroom and left me to do my hair. I had brown hair that hung down to my mid-back, with side swept bangs parted on the left. I straightened my bangs and left the rest of my hair natural, meaning very Taylor Swift-y. I threw on some mascara and eyeliner and stepped out into my bedroom.

"Very nice, but you still don't have any pants on." Stoner said from my computer chair as he spun around.

"I know that." I said as I grabbed a pair of ripped denim shorts and a tan cardigan and pulled them on. I stepped into my nude Chanel flats and grabbed my phone and tote bag, signalling that I was ready to go. Stoner and I ditched my house and headed to the park, fortunate enough not to run into my mom on the way. She frowned upon such extra-curricular activities.

We met some friends at the usual meeting place, behind a bunch of trees at an old park no one ever went to. We sat together, passing around joint, popping pills, and drinking beer, talking about nothing for hours. It had started to get dark and Stoner gave me a kiss goodbye before heading off with Kaelie, the slut, probably to do more than just make out.

"So I see you and Stoner still aren't dating." Elle said, lighting up a cigarette.

"Nope," I said, grabbing the cigarette from her hand and taking a drag, "and we aren't going to." I finished, blowing smoke into her face. She fanned the smoke away and laughed, taking back her cig.

Stoner and I had a special relationship. We'd kiss, sometimes make out, but we weren't interested in dating each other. We'd cleared that up a long time ago.

It was almost midnight when I decided to head home. Stoner hadn't come back, so they must have gone to his place, which meant I had to walk home alone while he was hooking up. I walked slowly, dreading what I would be met with when I returned.

I was heading down my street when I saw dazzling lights down an alleyway. I'd seen fireflies when I'd been stoned, and it's really trippy, but these weren't fireflies, they were blue. I walked, or stumbled, towards them, my right arm outstretched. I was surrounded by them, but when I tried to catch one it went right through my hand.

They flew towards the end of the alley and through a brick wall. I approached where they'd gone through and the bricks began to swirl together, making a vortex. I tried to back up but a strong force pulled me towards the vortex, and I was sucked in. It was like being tossed around in a dryer, making me feel nauseas, and my right hand was burning. I held it close to my chest, closed my eyes, and held my breath.

I was spat out into an apartment, knocking my breath out of my lungs. I gulped for air, inhaling the scent of smoke and incense. Grabbing a nearby chair, I steadied myself up to my feet and eased my way to the doorway filled with a bead curtain. When I pushed the beads away I noticed a strange mark on the back of my right hand where it had been burning. My vision was blurred and I couldn't make the picture out, but it hadn't been there before.

I started to freak out, but I told myself I was just having a bad trip. I'd woken up in strange places before, but this was new. A loud crash came from above, causing the building to shake. I clung to the doorframe and pulled my phone from my bag. It was no use, I couldn't see straight enough to dial a number. I slid down the frame and let my head fall back, closing my eyes.

For 10 minutes the crashing above me continued as I sat there, try to clear my head of the drunken/stoned-ness that plagued me. A door across the hall opened and a girl came in, it must have been the building's front door. She was short, with curly red hair. Her eyes widened when she saw me.

"Hey, are you ok?" she called, running over to me. "My name is Clary Fray, I'm going to help you."

"Where am I?" I slurred together. My head rolled and I blinked slowly, trying to focus on her face. Another loud crash sounded.

"I need you to stay here, ok? I'll be back." She said, running up the main stairs. I knew she shouldn't go up there, but I was alone and I couldn't go after her. Another crash shook the building, followed by a high-pitched scream. I hoisted myself off the ground and crawled upstairs. Right now, Clary was my only chance to figure out what was going on.

The door to the upstairs apartment was open. The room was trashed, across it, Clary lay on the floor with some gnarly creature on top of her. I fell to the side, knocking over a table and both heads turned to me. I must have looked so pathetic, on my hands and knees.

"Another girl to eat, oh to eat." The creature said, drool dripping from its mouth and onto Clary, who screamed. The monster looked down at her and swung it's wrecking ball of a tail around. It arched back, getting ready to strike, when she shoved a black remote into its mouth. The creature jumped back, twitching hysterically before dying, black liquid pouring from its mouth.

I hauled myself over to Clary, she was in a state of shock. The creature's body had disappeared, but the liquid pooled around us, our clothes absorbing it. A high pitched whistle sounded through the air and I flinched, raising my hands to cover my ears. Clary lay motionlessly on the floor and I hesitantly lowered my hands before something slammed into the back of my head.

I was out.