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PROLOGUE

Honestly, I do not want to be a legend (even tho I'm part of one). I just thought the world should know a little bit more about us. 

Yes, us. But for you to understand US, you'll need to read my story.

But, like it or not, I will not be the narrator. YOU will be the narrator. Because the second you picked up this book, you already wanted to throw a line out there by guessing what it would be about, and your mind tried to make a preset when you read the synopsis on the back. Hell, society will try to make a futile attempt on classifying the genre, on describing my story, and our secret. Well, to that I'll say... Good luck everybody. 

And yes, I just mind fucked you, and no, none of that bull crap makes sense.

Welcome to my world, leave your shoes at the door step. 

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Chapter One- No title. 

My consciousness wakes up to the very strong smell of ammonia burning all the way from my nose to my throat. My eyelids were heavy for some reason, but after a few minutes I manage to open them giving myself the blurry sight of the insides of my best friend’s car.

I’m seating in the now fully lied to the back passenger seat, still dressed in my little black dress. But, It was early in the evening… I thought… we were supposed to be coming back from that party. Was it that long? How much alcohol did I have that I don’t remember? Are we a day late to our houses?

I sat up and a headache welcomed me to the world. Yay.

Then I heard her voice… she was talking to another person and they were right beside me out my door. I tried movement and that’s when they noticed I was awake. My best friend turns around and crouches to take a better look at my face.

“Hey sweetie. Are you alright?”

I could see now that we were parked in front of her house, and that the other person is a man, but I still can’t see his face.

“Yeah I’m fine. What happened?”

The man starts to get closer and then he crouches by my best friend. I could see his face now. I had to remind myself not to scream. But my body was not willing to be subtle. My eyes widened in surprise, my jaw tensed, and in less than seconds my hands were already sweating. I didn’t even need to check myself in the mirror to know that I was even pale.

“Nothing. You just had a nice encounter with the dash of your friends car in the accident back there. Apparently it likes you because you bounced off it two times from what I saw. Against the seat and back to the dash!”

I was speechless. That polite tone… like he’s meeting us for the first time… Memories and thoughts were running wild in my head. Plus a headache, the cherry on top.

The accident… My best friend and I went to a fast food place yesterday before the party to grab something to eat when this person suddenly attacks us in the empty drive thru (rare I know).

You would understand that in that type of situation your instinct would be to run… In that case my marvelous friend hits the gas pedal and we (Yes we, because I was in the car right next to the “right decisions” impaired person thank you very much!) crash in to the humongous trash can.

But that’s unimportant. Why the fuck is Logan here, and why is he talking to us like he doesn’t know us?  

“Are you feeling alright?”

I just noticed I was staring blankly at both of them. Logan was the one who snapped me out of it.

“I’m fine”

I breathed in deeply trying to calm my instinct to run the hell away from here screaming like a crazy woman some words in Spanish, English and Italian. Maybe the word potato in every language I know and don’t know.

 So I looked down to see if I could find my shoes and manage my way out of the car and all the way up to my room. Or maybe get into V’s (my best friend) house would be a better idea, maybe he wont realize we are neighbors and he will never know where I live!

“Vionet, you should help Nanichi upstairs.

I needed to use this charade on my favor so I could get us out of his reach. I could picture him shoving V into the car and jumping to the drivers seat to run off with us as hostages. WAIT… He said my name.

“Nani, you need to get up, to get in and resst”

V was talking in an awkward tone.

“V?”

I say looking up. Her face was really close how, her body leaning towards me with arms extended and hands ready to grab me. I was staring into a blank set of eyes when she her right hand moved up my tie, her left was intending to slid behind my back.

She grabs my left wrist and I couldn’t help myself to scream my self out of this dream.