This was it, it's the end. As the blinding white fingers crushed the insides of my throat. My life flashed through my eyes. I didn't want to die but sometimes you don't have a choice.

Woah wait a sec. Let me start from the beginning. Like a few weeks ago.

It was an average day, cars honking, people yelling and babies crying. Well that's normal for a city gal like me. I'm Izabella and if you couldn't tell I live in New York. This is one of the lands where you either make it or break it. Los Angels is another one of them. Today was August third, also known as My Birthday! Or one year closer to my death day but that's just sad. I'm finally seventeen, old enough (in my parents eyes) to go to the store across the street. My parents can be lenient sometimes, but most of the time they are what you could say, stubborn. I know it's for my own protection but they should back a few spaces back, they should take the hint from the monopoly game card, take three spaces back or something, sometimes. Like what is planning to attack me. Aliens? The only real threat are rapists and murders. I'm 110 percent sure I can fend for myself. And no I'm not one of those perky girls with their 10 inch heels and 20 inch nails saying they'll kick or scratch them, I took a few years of fighting classes. Now let me adjust my tie and straighten my pantsuit and grow up. Joking, one of the few things I despise is growing up, I never wanted to, if Peter Pan came through my window and asked me to leave with him the answer would be yes. Another thing I despise is— "Izabella, your father and I are leaving"my mother calls from the other room.

"Ok mom have a great two week vacation"I smile waving to my parents. "Remember dear, no parties, no sex and NO DRUGS"my father said as he stepped into the car. "I know dad"I sighed, they tell me this every time. And I feel like my dad shouldn't be talking because he kinda reminds me of Kurt Cobain, and didn't he do drugs? My dad has dirty blonde hair that passes just under his jawline, piercing blue eyes and a look that will leave you terrified for days. As for my mother, she has hazel hair, green eyes and a certain warmth in her face. Their only child is the one and only me. I have dark brown hair and greenish blueish eyes with a tint of an unidentifiable color. Many people mistake my mother as my sister, it's kinda weird because either I look really old or she looks young, I'm mean like my mom is about 38years old and my dad is 40. Anyways as soon as my parents left I call over my best friend in the whole wide world. Carter Rosewell. We've been friends since we were in dippers. Literally. We're mostly alike except that fact that—wait just a sec.

There was a knock at my door. Who knew that Carter can travel that fast. I bolt up from my seat and go to open the door. It was kinda funny because no one rang the front door entrance bell, just my apartment door. Oh well maybe the door broke down, it happens  sometimes.

As I open the door, I see a blinding white light. Once the door was fully open I could see a person. This was totally not carter. This man had wavy blonde hair that ended at his beautifully chiseled jawline and his eyes were as blue as the morning sky. "Izabella Crosswood"he said. His voice was perfection, deep and luxurious. Then he smiled. I think I've just gone blind. His beautifully shaped lips formed the most perfect smile ever, showing off teeth white as snow. He was the he envy of all men and the man of anyones dreams. I was mesmerized.

"It's a pleasure to meet you"he says bowing on one knee. He wore a loose  white shirt and off white skinny jeans. On his feet were white high top converse. He was perfect. He stepped towards me and before he could make another move my door slammed open.

Another man pops out, this one was the opposite of this dreamy daydream that stood before me. I'm not usually all girly and stuff but if you saw this blonde hottie you would be weak to knees as well. "So this is what your into huh"the second man smirked. His voice wasn't deep and luxurious but it was nice to hear. "To bad this has to end"he shrugged. Before I could ask in confusion, the second guy threw a knife at the sexy strangers back. I don't know what's with me, I've given the sexy blonde god about 1,000 nicknames already. To my surprise there was an all out battle in my hallway. Two guys, complete strangers. At the worst moment possible someone knocked on my door, shielding myself from the battle I asked who was at the front door. "Spongebob squarepants"the person said. Knowing exactly who it is I smiled opening the door. No matter what happens Carter can always make me smile.

"Woah why are there two incredibly attractive men fighting in your hallway"Carter says as I open the door. "I wish I could answer that for you"I say. "Isn't this the perfect time to call 911"he says. Carter has obviously dyed midnight black hair, stormy gray eyes and a "it's not a stage I'm for real emo mom" look. Carter is basically the stereotypical emo. He has the fringe and he likes the rock/alternative/punk music. The only think he doesn't have is the eyeliner, he tried it once and got mistaken as a girl by an old lady, to this day I still laugh at it.

"I'ma just sit down on your couch and wait for an explanation"Carter says as sliver dust flys around my house. What the heck. "Sorry about that, just had to exterminate the vermin"the second guy to enter my house said. The second guy had pitch black(darker than dark) black hair, red eyes and darker skin. He wore all black, from head to toe. "Sorry forgot to introduce myself, I'm ...well you can call me Pierce"the guy–Pierce said. "And that was Sebastian, did he do anything to you"Pierce says referring to the sliver dust aka the sexy blonde. "He knew my first and last name and said pleasure to meet you"I shrug. "Well he was an angel"Pierce said picking up the dust. "I'm confused, why are you here, why did you call him an angel and why when you killed him he turned to dust?"Carter asked. "Nothing at all, you didn't see that"Pierce said as if he was staring into our souls. "Um I think I'm going to call the police, you just broke and entered my home" I said slowly pulling out my phone.
"Ahh, don't do that" he says while knocking my phone out of my hand. "Calm down, Im going to leave, you never saw me". He could be a murderer for all I know. The best thing to do is to listen to him until I can contact the authorities. I really hope all goes quick.

/did you enjoy, it's my new story, hope you enjoyed yayayayayayayay,/bye love yah/ (: