Prologue

There I was getting ready for a party my friends were dragging me off to. Why don't they understand that I'd much rather spend my birthday night reading in tranquil silence, I pondered in my mind.

"Oh well," I sighed as I put on a pair of black cloth pants.

I slipped on a black long-sleeve shirt over my skin-tight blood red undershirt. The black shirt was loose and over-sized with small tears all over, as well as long tears on the sides and sleeves. Through the tears, red and ghostly pale skin peeked out.

To disguise my emerald eyes I put on amethystine contacts that were a gift from my last birthday. I then sprayed my straight chocolate colored-hair with black hair dye. Afterwards I sprayed my bangs with vermilion hair dye.

If I'm going to this obnoxious party I am NOT going to look like me, I thought to myself.

"Jinn, your friend Alden is here to give you a ride!" cried out a young woman's voice.

"Thanks for letting me know Astareal!" I hollered back.

Before going up the stairs from the well-lit basement, where my room was located, I stole a quick glance in the mirror to note how slender and unmuscled I was.

"Jinn, get your butt up here! Your cute friend is waiting for you," shouted Astareal.

"Coming," I responded with resignation and a slight hint of disgust.

Little did I know that in a matter of hours -- I was going to die.