This I believe was the craziest week of my entire life! It went from 0 to 100 way to quick, like deadly quick. Did you catch the pun? You know cause I'm dead?

To soon?

I thought death would be a lot different than this and I never thought that I would prefer it to the life I had. Maybe you'll understand me better if you knew the full story.

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New Years Eve/Day

I hopped out of my car and walked up to Matts door. Although I suck with directions it wasn't hard to find the house since the music could be heard from a mile away. It was the first time that I had let anyone plan a party for me so this was a big thing.

I have been known for hosting amazing parties so I was very skeptical of how this one was going to turn out, but I was not disappointed. There were already bodies sprawled around his nicely trimmed lawn and a few people making out on his porch. The door was left completely open and all you could see was a sea of bodies.

As soon as I walked in the door I got hit with the smell of weed and some good vodka.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!"

I laughed and screamed, "Thank you!"

My Mexican shorty Matteo, with his beautiful grayish blue eyes and slick curly black hair, came over and wrapped his arms around me.

"Hey puta, you like your party?" He said handing me one of his famous homemade margaritas. It was strawberry peach just the way I like it.

"Hell yeah!"

"How's it feel to finally be able to drink, well legally?" he said laughing to himself.

"You know I love the life!"

As soon as the world left my mouth we were both swept into the sea of people and started moving to the music. This was my absolute favorite part of parties. When you get high off the feel of the party, everything becomes a blur and your body moves to the beat without having to be told.

I don't know how long I had been dancing or who is on my booty at this moment but I'm absolutely loving the feel. I have always had a curvy body that attracted a lot of attention. Most people call me slutty, I just call it leverage. Why waste a perfect gift?

"Hey baby, you wanna go somewhere quiet so I can give you your birthday gift?" the guy whispers in my ear while trailing kisses down my neck.

"I would love to but you would have to be put on the waiting list. I already got a man and we're booked for the rest of the night," I smirk at him and slowly dance away.

I didn't have a boyfriend more like a complication but we weren't on speaking terms at the moment. Just because I'm technically single doesn't mean I can go around Hoeing for the rest of the night. I'm classy, not nasty.

The crowd surges and I scream the lyrics to a song I never heard before tonight. The adrenaline in my blood so pumps that I didn't care who was listening or watching. The crowd learned and made a circle which I happily jumped in the middle of dancing my heart out. I think I went through about 20 partners before I sat down to give my feet a rest.

I notice my cup is empty so I slip out of the crowd to find Matt so he can give me a refill. I pried the guy off of me and heard him call for me, but the drink is more important.

I looked around the whole house and can't find him anywhere. After I give up my search. I went to the bathroom to check myself out. The dark mascara I used to highlight my hazel eyes surprisingly stayed intact throughout all the sweating and dancing I did, but that was the only makeup that stayed perfect. I used a towel to wipe any excess sweat off my face. I tied my loose curls up into a messy bun then decided I looked decent and stepped out.

I started looking for Matt again but he was still nowhere to be seen. I decided to step outside to clear my head. It's just my luck that I see Matt out there with some guy.

I started walking over to where I saw the two talking but then I heard yelling and arguing.

"I don't give a fuck who he is! I won't fucking do it!" Matt screamed.

"If you don't choose then I will," as soon as the words left the man's mouth Matt threw a punch straight to his jaw.

Now if anyone else got hit with a punch like that it would be lights out, but this guy just so happened to be the hulks brother. Matt was more of the spiderman type, strong but lanky so he didn't stand a chance.

The man chuckles and pushed Matt on the ground and started throwing punch after punch to his face. I ran over and kicked him hard in the stomach and when he looked up threw a few punches at his face. I could feel my knuckles throbbing from the impact but all I cared about in that moment was Matt. I grabbed onto him and held his head up.

Blood flowed from the man's nose, "Well, hello there. What's your name?"

"Fuck off," I said pushing as much venom as I could into the words.

He just chuckled and walked back off into the shadows, like nothing happened, just as Matt started to moan.

"Hey, are you ok? Who was he?" I asked Matt using ice from my cup to put on his face.

He winced and sat up, "Just an ex."

At this, I grunted. Whenever we didn't want to talk about a situation and/or person we would call it an "ex". Once you mention the ex you can't ask any more questions.

He gave me a weak smile, "Don't worry Ash. Let's get you back to your party. It's almost time."

I sighed and help him up walking back into the party. As soon as we got inside we heard the DJ.

"Yo! Yo! Yo! It's almost time to sing happy birthday and start up a new year!" the DJ said causing the crowd to cheer.

"Fill your cups and get ready for the countdown."

Every year I thank my mom so much for this moment. I was born at 12:00 exactly on New Years. I always have the best parties, best gifts and that look that you get when people are amazed at you.

They played my favorite song Endless Summer Symphony by Kyle as I stepped onto the stage. The whole room turned into a flash mob and dancers came from every corner of the room. I watched in awe as a beautiful chocolatey ,and came up from behind me and lifted me onto his shoulder.

There were acrobatics running up and down the =walls doing flips and tricks that I wish about in my dreams. Instead of being salty I did the one thing I am good at doing, joining in. I watched the dancers for a moment and did my best to follow their movements and add in a bit of my own.

I was so high off of life that I didn't realize that I had ended up back at the center of the stage. It felt like I was flying on a cloud of lights and people. The bass of the music flowed through my heart and I barely noticed the buzz from my drink.

"3....2...1..HAPPY NEW YEARS! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

We all downed our drinks in one gulp, as per tradition for my birthday but instead of punch I actually got to drink whatever other alcoholic beverage that was put into my cocktail. Everyone was screaming and cheering as the night went on.

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That moment right there was the last happy moment of my mortal life. Everything after that...well you'll see.

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First chapter! How did you guys like it? Comments and votes bellow. Also thank you to xXArachnidXx for cover
-Chey