I Cry Neon

Heroine

I was going down the dark wet streets of New York. The rain was hitting the ground like solid arrows, fast and sharp. I saw the sign of the club I was headed to, Heroine. I stopped about ten meters from the club. I looked and I knew I was not going to get in, the security guard was a girl and I am really shy, I could not persuade her.
A perfect entrance from a distance on the right side of the club, an open window.
The vents from the bottom of the wall to the window, connected perfectly to make an entrance.
When you walk the streets of NYC you need to learn at least how to run or how to fight, no matter how rich or how poor you are. I choose run.
I have thought myself parkour for six years, trained every day.
Now It is like my own personal reflex.
So I started to sprint up the wall, I grabbed the side of the vents and pulled me up.
Next I took a jump to the wall, then pushed from the wall to extend the jump and grabbed the window.
My jacket got stuck in the window so it got ripped in the middle of the back.
I noticed surely after I entered the room that it was a bathroom.
In the cracked mirror, my greenish jacket with the text "Neon" written it bright purple had been ripped apart in the back.
It looks cool so I didn't mind, I continued to walk towards the center of the club.
I opened the bathroom door and walked out feeling completely comfortable, like as if I was home.
All I saw was neon lights, mist as white snow and glowing drinks.
I walked towards a fence and I could see everything from that position,.
Next to me was two stairs forming a circle down to the dance floor.
Behind me the ladies and men's room. To the right the managers office and to the left was the upper bar.
I walked to the bar on the left side.
I asked the black long haired lady standing behind the bar:
- Hey.. can i get drink?
Bartender - Of course sweetie.. ID?, she winked
Me - Oh.. never mind I must have forgotten it home, or in the bathroom I will be right back.
Bartender - Okay bye, she looked confused.
I walked towards the fence again and tried to find someone looking similar to me.
After fifteen minutes I found a similar person, almost like a copy of me.
I walked down to the dance floor fast, we started to dance.
After awhile we started to grind and then in a split second I took her wallet and I was gone.
I stood by the fence again and laughed.
I walked to the bar again.
The bartender said,
- Found it yet?
Me - Yeah in the bathroom, told ya.
I gave her the ID and started blushing.
The Bartender said,
- Great picture, she winked.
- Thanks, I smiled.
She gave me the ID again and then I said,
- I want a "neon dawn"
Bartender - You get a extra special one.. if you tell me your name?
Me - Haha, it stands on the ID.
Bartender - That ID I stolen and it's so cute that you are trying to get a drink even though your under eighteen, she smiled.
Me - A clever one, it's kinda funny my name is Neon.. and yours?
Bartender - My name is Juliane and here is your special "Neon dawn" Neon, she laughed.
I laughed.
I took the glowing drink and started to drink, after a few sips it felt like everyone was in slow-motion.
I felt drugged and after the slowmotion part I could see neon around everyone in the club almost like an aura.
I tried to walk to the stairs. As I got the the first step and ready to take it, instead of taking it I fell down.

Everything went black.

After awhile I saw visions of light, mist, a neon sign. People fought but not with guns instead with energy and material arts.
The sign was, Heroine.

I woke up and took a deep breath.
My area of vision was blurred, I could see someone grabbing it's arms around me.
My sight cleared after a few seconds, it was Juliane.
She said loud,
- How are you doing?!
Neon - Mmmh
Juliane - Hello!
Neon - Good!, I stood up.
Juliane - You got the normal dose of neon, a party.. I would not say drug more of a party elixir, more like medicine.
Neon - WHAT THE..!
Juliane - STOP!.., We calmed down. She continued,
- Your body reacted differently, it was weird, everything that's happening here now is weird.
Neon - Why? I rubbed my head.
Juliane - You fell from a twelve meter long stair, on every step with your head first.. and you don't have a single bruise, how?
Neon - I guess I have a healthy body, I felt so confused because she was right.
Juliane - But...
Neon - I need to go home now I will see you again maybe, bye.
I started to walk but after some steps I got interrupted by a hand grabbing my arm.
It was Juliane again.
She took a pen and wrote her number my arm and said,
- In case you need any help later.
Neon - Thanks, bye.
I ran out of the building, the rain was still like solid arrows, but I did not hesitate.
I ran all the way through NYC, through the rain but I did not feel one percent cold at all.
To my own home in the upper city of NYC.

"Some people just get wet, others learn how to dance in the rain."

I ran to the big white brick apartment, used my access keycard and opened the door. I continued to run up the big stone staircase. I saw my moms apartment, unlocked the white oak door.
Ran inside and closed it right behind me.
I still felt dizzy. I saw stuff around objects. I saw neon, beams of light through and even around my television, computer and wires.
Mom was not home, she should still be at work.
I tired to walk straight but I could not.
I tried to focus but if I did I felt more dizzy.
But i want to give it a shot, so I started to focus on my surroundings.
The hallway is long and wide, the carpet was made out circular chopped wooden parts that formed a pattern.
The walls are white and grey on the edges, with it a touch of silver.
On the left and right side of the door it stands two shoe cases and next to them two big wardrobes.
Lots of shoes, heels, boots and sneakers, on the wall over all the shoes on both right and left side there are lots and lots of coats and jackets.
In the end of the hallway, four door ways.
I walked to the center of all four.
In one room a big kitchen, in another a massive living room with a balcony.
The third one had another hallway with three more doors, the last door was a opening to a walking closet, a big one.
I focused even more and felt my head screaming to me.
In the hallway it was the same floor and the same walls. One door was open, it was a toilet.
The other one had my name "Neon" and the last door in the second hallway had the text of "Claire", my mom.
My mom is a single mother, my dad died in a car accident and almost killed me with him.
Every since that day 7 years ago my mom tried to do her best for me.
She was a stay at home mom and my dad was a accountant.
Now she is a highly cared about crime investigator/crime lawyer.
We went from a small house downtown to a big skyscraper apartment uptown, the most expensive and nice one in the building.
She tried and succeeded, but nothing of this is important to me of course it makes me happy but not truly.
I just want her to love me as much as I love her, she is after all the reason I fought in that coma from six months after the accident.
So I value her so much and I value all the time I can get with her extremely.
My eyes was caught by the bright and colored master kitchen.
One of the walls was completely made out of 5 inch glass, you could see all of NYC.
In the center of the room a big black glass with a big was of roses on it, a memorial of my father, he loved roses.
Black chairs with red rose patterns around the table, six of them.
The dishwasher, oven and sink was made out of brown wood, metal and red stone around it.
The stone work was quite impressive.
Everything matched.
The colors, the furniture, everything.
A big freezer, two refrigerators and a open fireplace.
On the other hand, the living room look totally different.
A more light room.
In the middle of the room a round wooden table with two armchairs, one on the left and one on the right.
In the right upper corner next to the door of the balcony.
A wide screen tv, the neon was flowing around it.
The wall with the door to the balcony had long and floating curtains they were all in a "creamed" color.
In front of the television a big white couch with two more armchairs, matching those next to the table.
All the walls in the room were rock grey, the floor one the other hand was  a creamy colored carpet.
My focus and mind flew back to my body.
I was so shocked, I fell backwards on my black boots.
I said to myself,
- What?.. just happened?..
Everything was so quite all I heard was noises around all the roof, the television and of course my phone.
I walked to wards the tv, my headache was growing more and more.
When I took the last step so I stood directly in front of the tv.
The headache felt now like the sound of a fucking storm in my head.
I started to get dizzy again.
The neon stopped flowing around the tv.
The last light disappeared, my eyes closed and i felt myself falling backwards.

Everything went black again.