Beep! Beep! Beep! The sound of my alarm wakes me with great annoyance. Then I realize the time it says, glowing in bright red. 7:27, I fail to register the numbers at first, my mind telling me to go back to sleep. Not until the clock stops beeping do I realize what time it is. I try to jump out of bed but my covers restrict my movements. I fight with them for a few minutes before finally achieving my freedom.

"GAHHH! Sorry, Mom! Shit, I'm late!" I holler with a gasp but whisper that last bit so my mom wouldn't hear me curse.

"7:27! Shit. Shit. Shit! My teacher is gonna have a field day with me! I'm so~ dead. This is the thirteenth time I've been late!"

"Mom! Mom! Oi, Mom! Could you make me some breakfast? I need to rush today!" I jump out of bed, successfully this time and wait for the inevitable lecture of sleeping in, but all that comes out of the hallway is the whoosh of air from the AC unit.

I hastily grab a comb and a toothbrush as I tentatively walk through the upper floor of our small apartment.

The house is surprisingly quiet for a Monday. Taylor isn't screaming at Kikki, our kleptomaniac puppy, for hiding her notebook or makeup set or whatever the hell happened on Sunday night. The radio isn't on, the TV isn't on, even Kikki isn't on with her high pitched yapping that makes me want to kick her in her perfect, cute, bitch face.

"Why the fuck did we get that dog in the first place? Oh yeah, Tay-Tay wanted a pomeranian puppy like that Internet sensation, Boo." I remembered.

The floor creaks eerily in the silence. Suddenly the small apartment doesn't seem so cramped and crowded.

"Mom? Taylor? Hello~?" I whisper in a shaky voice. Panic replaces the stress of getting to school minute by minute as I achingly creep down the stairs. It drips down my insides like acid and pooling in the base of my stomach. My stomach gurgles and acid sloshes inside making me regret eating those expired chips. I clench my middle with white knuckles and try to keep the nauseous feeling behind my throat.

"M-Mom, T-Tayl-lor. Guys, where are you?" My voice stutters and squeaks as I round into an empty kitchen.

I look around anxiously for them until the radio crackles to life.

I scream like a girl (and I'll admit that this isn't the first time) and literally jump six feet.

"Breaking news! Ghoul attacks have been high these past few months in the twentieth ward. People are advised to stay inside and limit evening outings." The radio breaks and buzzes in between but the voice is clearly Japanese.

"Japanese? Since when can I understand Japanese? Wait… Did it say twentieth ward? Like, as in twentieth ward of Japan? Am I in Japan?" These thoughts rush through my head and sudden I feel a bit woozy and disoriented.

I grab onto the countertop to avoid falling over. My breath seems to get caught in my throat and I struggle for air. Slowly but surely, I calm myself down, at least enough to start breathing again. Confident in my ability to walk once again, I push myself off the counter and stumble around the kitchen and into the living room.

"Apparently not," I remark to myself before bashing into the front door.

Desperately, I clutch onto the doorknob, trying my best not to take a tumble. Unfortunately for me, the door was unlocked and I twist the handle while trying not bust my ass. The door swings out and I loose my grip, falling forward and into the apartment hallway. I brace myself for the fall and scrape my hands terribly. Wincing in pain, I look at the bright side.

"Hey, at least I didn't fuck up my face." I laugh to myself then use the walls to help balance as I stand up.

I reach back into our apartment and close the door with a resounding thud. Then I slowly make my way down the hallway to the apartment staircase, using the wall for support. My breathing still hasn't returned to a normal rate and I was still freaking out inside. I stumbled a bit on the stairs, hoping no one had seen me as I pressed on.

Upon reaching the bottom floor, I weakly push the door open but I lose my balance and trip over the threshold and roll along the ground, scraping and bashing my arms, legs, and sides.

"Damn, this fucking sucks!" I think and push myself up again.

I don't realize where I am at first as a gray blur speeds past me.

"What the…?" I ask out loud.

Turning slowing at the sound of a honking noise, I see a car speeding right towards me. I freeze in fear; I can't move. I'm too afraid or too in shock to react to what is happening around me. The car is too close to stop now. It hits me… then black.

A/N: This is a collaberation with Cliffhanger247. I give credit to him as well. Please review and fav/follow. Thank you!