Hi, this story is my own except for the boys and concept of The Lost Boys movies. I only own Nora, Grace, and Hope along with my own plot.
I originally posted this on Quotev, and I've made some changes to this copy of my story, mostly grammar and things like that. I will post this newly edited version on Quotev, my original platform I guess you can say.

Nora`s P.O.V

I sat up, pain shooting through my skull. I held my head, falling to my side and waited for it to pass while I tried to remember what the hell happened. I could remember talking with Grace and Hope while Vince drove. They were in the back with me and Vince in the front. He was smiling and wincing while the twins and I sang along to Take Me To Church. Vince swore up and down that I was an amazing singer, but refused to tell the twins that they weren't. But we didn`t care, we still sang. I could also remember Vince looking at me and smiling, then- Nothing but screaming and glass breaking. I remembered hitting whatever it was that we hit and going through the windshield... But after that... Nothing. I couldn`t remember a single thought or movement after that.
I sat up again without having to hold my head, only a light hurt now. I heard the faint tinkle of glass as it hit the grass, stick and moss covered ground. What the hell? I must have gone farther than I thought. Looking around, struggling to see in the dark, I looked for the car, the twins, Vince, hell, a way out of this place... That's when it hit me. The car that I had spent so much time on was probably turned over in a ditch, most likely with Vince and the twins still in it. I scrambled up, not caring about the pain in my arm. My 1969 Dodge Charger, bought and paid for was just wrapped around a tree or in a ditch... So where the hell was it? I stumbled forward and tripped over something. Or rather someone. I looked behind me at my feet and there was Grace. He brown hair was fanned around her head like a halo, while her blue eyes blinked up at me.
"Nora... What happened?" She asked, her voice strained.
"We must have hit something. I have no idea. What are you doing out here? You were in the back seat." I muttered and stood back to help her up as well as myself. I had found one of the three missing passengers that were with me. "Hope! Hope, answer me! Where are you?" I shouted, cupping my hands around my mouth, trying to make my voice reach father.
"Over here! I`m stuck!" I heard her voice before I saw her. She was lying on the ground with a branch lying across her stomach, her shirt torn in places.
"Hold on Hope. We're gonna get it off you." I grabbed one end of the branch while Grace limped over and grabbed the other end. Together we managed to get it off and get Hope standing. "And before you ask what happened, I have no clue. I think we hit something. Hold still." I ripped off my scarf and dabbed her forehead with it, trying to stop the cut from bleeding, as Grace helped her stay upright. She winced at the cloths touch. After a minute or two we got the bleeding stopped.
"We gotta do something. We can`t just stay here all night. We gotta try and find Vince." Hope said.
"Hope, I can`t even see the car. Or the road. Were in the middle of a forest..." I trailed off. "Do you guys remember driving by a forest?"
Grace looked at me weirdly. "No, we were going through Brenton... What the hell? Nora, what`s going on? What the hell is going on?" The panic rose in her voice and the high pitch struck my ears.
"Hey!" I said loudly, just loud enough to get her attention, "No crying right now. I need you guys to focus. Come on. I can hear people coming from that direction." I pointed to which direction I was talking about. Grace and I positioned Hope between us so she had an arm around our shoulders. Grace limped as well as Hope and I was trying to carry most of the weight between us all as best as I could. We stumbled around sticks, branches, stones, huge rocks until we came to a sandy beach.
The noise, we quickly found out, was coming from a bunch of drunk and stoned teenagers. Great. They would be so much help to us. Before we could continue walking, they stopped us. They called us over and when we didn`t move three guys got up to come and talk to us.
"Where are we?" I demanded before they could talk, my grip tightening on Hope's hand.
"Santa Carla, sweetheart." The guy looked me up and down, his eyes making my skin crawl. "Now why don`t you and your pretty little friends come over here and we`ll show you a good time, hmmm?" He asked, His gaze lingering on somethings that were not my eyes.
While Grace told them off, my eyes wandered towards the trees... Yellow. That was what I could see. And call it a crazy hunch, but only one thing in Santa Carla was that color yellow. And I did not want to meet the owners of that particular color yellow.
"Grace, Hope. Run now. As fast as you can, that way. When you see a boardwalk, get under it. I`m right behind you, promise. Now... Run!" I yelled at them. They ran without question and I followed.
"Hey! Come back her- Oh shit!" I heard the screams. I will never forget them for as long as I live.
We ran for what seemed like hours, until we came to the boardwalk, just like I thought. I pushed Hope and Grace under the wood planks, where they promptly tripped and fell over their own feet, the limps not helping. Their faces were red and sweat pooled down their foreheads.
"Shirts, now. Take `em off." They also did that without any complaint. I shrugged off my black leather jacket, then pulled my two black tank tops off, handing one to each of them. "Put these on, now." I took their fangirl shirts and folded them as best as I could in the dark and shoved them in the pockets of my jeans, hoping they looked like the scarves people sometimes put there. I shrugged my jacket back on, zipped it up and peeked out. No one. "Okay. More running. We have to get to those stairs and fast. I don`t want to take any chances. We need to be around people. Go!" We sprinted towards the stairs and sprinted up them. When we realized this part of the boardwalk was deserted, we ran. We ran until we saw one, then two, then three and then a crowd of people. Good. We were safe now. But that didn`t mean the uneasy feeling in my stomach went away. I felt like I was, no, we were being watched. And man I didn`t know how right that feeling was at the time.