Witness Protection Program

She didn't expect that taking a 'breather' would lead to this.

All she wanted to do was to get away from the stuffy house for a while, clear her head from the dizziness all those drinks had caused her. She didn't think that she would come across a fight - a fight that would eventually lead to deaths.

She was drunk, so drunk she couldn't even comprehend what was going on, so drunk you couldn't even hear her creeping up behind them, her tall stiletto heels making (surprisingly) almost no sound. In fact, maybe this could've been avoided, maybe no one would've noticed her and she could've gone on with her life, went back to the party and took more shots. However, that's not what happened.

She clutched her stomach as she got even more uneasy, trying hard to keep balance by looking on the concrete floor.

"Shit." She grunted. All of a sudden, all the heads turned towards her, and with them - their guns.

"Who the fuck is that?" One of them nodded towards her, scowling.

"I don't fucking know. She's drunk off her ass. Oi lady, get the hell outta here before we shoot you too." Another one yelled. She looked up, her vision going blurry. That's when it happened. Right then, right there, she vomited, all over her stiletto heels.

And this is how it all began.