Chapter 1.

"Ok ladies, go right in."

The bouncer moved aside as Yuka and I made our way to the entrance of the club. We pushed the heavy steel doors open and were instantly blinded by the bright flashes of the strobe lights. The loud R&B song playing made my eardrums slam into my head and the familiar smell of sweat and alcohol drifted to my nose. Yuka nudged my shoulder and jutted her head towards the bar. We started to make our way over there.

"Two apple martini's."

Yuka ordered, not asked the bartender. He gave us an unconvinced stare and quirked his thick brow.

"You 'ain't old enough."

Yuka's eyes narrowed at him and she leaned closer so she didn't have to yell as loud over the background noise.

"I didn't have a problem getting in here and I don't plan on having a problem getting a fucking drink. Two apple martini's, ok?"

After a stare down, the guy finally gave in with a shrug and started to prepare our drinks.

"That hard to do you're fucking job?"

Yuka growled under her breath as she scanned the club.

"Here yah go."

My pissy friend snatched the drink and began to clomp away in her fifty-dollar animal skin pumps. I offered the bartender a sympathetic smile, took my drink, and followed Yuka deeper into the musky room.

Hours later, I was sprawled across a dirty bed in a drunken haze.

"Thanks for that."

A guy named Rob said as he fed his belt through his pant loops. Actually, his name might have been Jack. Whoever he was, he passed me my purple dress with the deep v-neck as I clambered off of the bed. I shimmied into the ridiculously tight dress, sucking in as I did so.

"We should do it again sometime."

Daniel, or was it Harry, said as he attempted to wrap his thick arm around my waist.

"Right..."

I shoved his hand off my body and stumbled out of the room.

"Don't think so."

Without going too fast, I made my way down the concrete stairs and out of the apartment. The cool air and fresh smell slammed into me, easing my woozy head. I squinted my eyes and tried to get my vision to stop doubling everything and to focus on the traffic going by. A blob of yellow caught my eye so I put my hand out and waved it around. Sure enough, the yellow blob stopped in front of me. I climbed into the backseat of the vehicle.

"Where to?"

"Higurashi Shrine."

The sound of my own voice made my temples throb so I kept my mouth and eyes shut until I felt the vehicle stop. I paid the driver and got out of the car.

"Fucking stairs..."

If I hate anything about this place, it's the two billion stairs it takes to get to the actual shrine. They're impossible to climb drunk or not. After what seemed like a week, I reached the top of the stairs, moaning as my surroundings blurred and multiplied. I started to walk to the side of the house, but stopped in front of the old well house that's been on this planet longer then dinosaurs have. I gazed at the familiar wooden structure, all cracked and old, and felt tears forming in my eyes. So I took my heel and shoved it as hard as I could in my inebriated state right at the well house. I felt my shoe break through to the inside so I abruptly pulled it out. No part of me is ever going in there again.

Somehow I climbed through my laundry room window and made it up the stairs to my room, because that's where I ended up. My face shoved deep into my pillow, my nightclothes still on. I considered changing into pajamas but my body already started to give into sleep.

Oh well.