Thirteen Hours at Midnight

Midnight's not only just a special time for Cinderella. And you can say goodbye to that happily ever after, too. There will be no glass slipper, grand ball, prince charming (which is actually not that bad if you ask me), and certainly no fairy godmother. You gotta save your own life, or die trying. No, contrary to some beliefs, life is never that easy. Especially if you're one of us.

Every month, on the 13th, when the great grandfather clock strikes the last of the twelve bells, something extraordinary will occur. But you must be careful, because there is no telling whether or not you will be able to come out of it alive. But if you are unfortunate enough to witness this, you might want to ask yourself how much do you really know about yourself.

I'm Gemini Soluna. (But if you dare call me that,I will not hesitate to introduce my fist to your face. I think you'd find they go great together if you piss me off enough.) People call me Gem, and this is my story of how one sleepover can ruin your life, and change the world forever.

P.S Please don't read this. It was written two years ago and a whole lot of writing styles and outlooks on the world have been changed since then. It's not good. Might or might not be edited severely.