Deep thumping bass assaulted my ears as I stepped through the doors. It was like entering another world; from the outside just another drab door and a fading sign, yet hiding inside was an explosion of booming music, harsh neon lights and crowds of raving people.
Tony and I, both 15, were too young; the minimum age for entry was actually 16. Luckily for us, however, we could both easily pass for said age, and security was kind of slack.
The air was humid and smelled of sweat, smoke, and alcohol, but hey, it was the best we had and I loved it. I normally hated being around people, hated the constant judgement, but here no one would remember me by tomorrow morning; either off their head on alcohol, or some slightly less legal substance, or just having too much fun to give a damn.
And after all, normally I spent most of my time here alone. Tony would be off with his other mates. I was about to go order a coke from the bar (I didn't want to risk someone at the orphanage smelling alcohol on my breath), when the girl caught my eye.
She was unbelievably pretty: long, flowing brunette hair, big brown eyes, and the smile of an angel. What had most caught my attention though, was the fact that she seemed to be alone, and by choice. Trying - and failing - not to be nervous, I wondered over towards her.
"Hey," I began, "you oka-"
And then all hell broke loose.
