The Monster Within

Death and Company ( One )

How do I begin?

Right... Let's go back to the beginning.

Nothing will make sense until I tell you from the beginning.

I should have never let my friends drag me to this bar.

It was for a friend's Birthday party. On a Friday night. None of us had classes on the weekends. Sure I had to work tomorrow at six am. Who cares right? Having fun is more important right?

I didn't even want to go. I would rather stay in my dorm room and watch a lame-ass Netflix show. Like, rewatch Gypsy or Stranger things. Being curled under my five, soft blankets. Now I am cuddling a pretty ass woman. Who is way too mature for me. We will get to that later. But no.

I got ready for a lame-ass, bar party that I didn't even want to go to.

But you can't change what has happened.

So what I wore to this stupid party. My body was skinny built. My muscles showed on my arms and legs did not show unless I flex. I used to be in track and cross country. in High School. I did not work out that much, anymore. Been too busy with work and my studies. I have pale skin too. I wore my black dress. It was long enough to cover my knees, barely. It covered my breasts. I am not one of those bitches. It had straps for the shoulders. I wore one inch, black heels. That I was tripping over my own feet when I wore them. Okay, not really that big of a heel. But I usually wear slip ones.

The makeup I put on was black mascara, some blush, concealer, and light purple eye shadow. I didn't put enough to make me look like a clown. I don't usually wear makeup. But that day I was feeling it. I wanted to end up being in someone else's bedroom after drinking way too many than I should of. I thought if I was being forced to go to this party, I might as well end up at some random hot dude's bed. I was twenty-one. Also a junior at the University of London. I will be at this school for one more year. Graduate and then go to another college for my medical field. I want to be a doctor. I lived in a sorority. With like twelve other women.

I curled my hair with my friend's help. Her name is Megan. Also planning to be a doctor. She had blonde hair and was wearing a yellow dress.

Whoever said, "Being pretty wasn't painful?"

Well, they were lying.

Megan burned my fingers with the curly iron. Don't ask how that happened. Okay, I might have accidentally touched the iron part of the curling iron. I never said I was careful. When she left to get an ice pack from the freezer. I could feel my fingers healing. I looked at my hand. The burnt part of my skin was soon no longer there. It was pinkish but no longer hurting. Soon it was back to normal skin like nothing happened.

Weird, I know.

Megan came back with the ice pack. I pulled my hand away from her.

"It's alright, Megan. It doesn't hurt."

I showed her my healed hand.

"But it was purple and black... I almost took you to the clinic."

I smiled. I place my hand on her cheek. I went to my jewelry box. It was brown and had a red fox on the top of the jewelry box. I put on my gold bracelet on my right hand. I put on my watch on the same wrist. I put on my diamond earrings. I put on my heart-shaped locket. It was the color gold. That I got before my mom died. I walked out while Megan was mumbling how I always end up healing fast. I rolled my eyes.

I took her to the living room with the other girls.

"Took you long enough. We almost left without you," Lindsey said