Don't Bring Me Your Bullets

{Quinn's POV}
As soon as we entered the dark, smelly building, we were swept away by the dancing crowd. I didn't look for Lys, as I know she was already off to find a new friend. Instead, I enjoyed myself. I was propelled towards the front of the stage, where I got a better look at the band.

It was a bunch of guys, maybe a few years older than me. They were all sweating and looking intently at their instruments, except for the singer, who was prancing around and making a complete fool of himself, as singers were supposed to. There were five of them, one energetic singer, two serious guitarists, one angry-looking bassist, and one wild drummer. They looked just like my kind of band. I was pushed back from my position and I began to jump and dance around. All of the songs were catchy and fantastically written, and incredibly performed. I laughed, and danced and talked to various people, who were all my kinds of people. It was great.

"Hey." One guy began to speak to me, and I grinned over at him, looking like a sweaty, disheveled mess, but enjoying myself none the less. I grinned up at him, waving, unable to speak loud enough over the blaring music. He laughed at me. He was kind of attractive, with bright blue eyes and night-black hair that was styled into a mohawk of sorts. He was dressed in a muscle-tee advertising Iron Man, tight black jeans and blue sneakers. He was way bigger than me.

"I like this band, how about you?" He shouted down to me, and I laughed.

"They're fantastic!" I shouted back, and he grinned toothily.

"Hey, wanna come over here and talk?" He asked, and so many warning signals flashed through my mind. I shook my head.

"Maybe later!" I screamed back, and he nodded his head, disappearing into the crowd.

The rest of the night went by in a blur. The band began to tire out, but their performance was off-the-hook amazing. We jumped and danced around, drunkenly singing along to the beat, clapping our hands to the wrong tune. The band grew warmer and fuzzier as the concert went on, eventually all grinning (except for the bassist) and jumping around.

At some point, the concert came to an end, as the singer, rasped something through the microphone and the band disappeared back stage. People cheered, and then began to clear out. Realizing it was time to go, I began to eagerly search for Lys, ready to bust out of there as soon as possible, because everyone knew only the creepy people stayed around afterwards.

"Lys?" I shouted, looking for a tall, brunette who was probably hammered. I heard a familiar high-pitched giggle and turned to the door where I saw Lys stumble out. I quickly scrambled after her, pushing and shoving my way through the drunken crowd. A few people swore and tried to grab at me, but I was gone before they got the chance.

"LYS?" I shouted, began to panic as I realized I was standing alone, in the New Jersey streets at one thirty in the morning. Not the ideal place to be, as murderers and kidnappers were wildly familiar with the area I was in.

"ALYS (Pronounced Alice)! ALYS WHERE ARE YOU!" I screamed, beginning to take deep breaths. I was diagnosed with severe anxiety as a freshman, and here we can see it beginning to act up. I dug around in my backpack for anxiety pills, or an inhaler, when I felt someone's arm snake around my waste and pull me close to them.

"Lost?" Someone slurs and I gasp, unable to speak. My backpack is now too far out of reach for me to grab out my pills. My whole body is shaking and I slowly turn and look at the drunken voice in the eyes.
It's the man from the concert.

"Come with me." He spits into my ear, and I gasp again, trying to pull away. He takes this the wrong way and laughs. "Everyone wants some of this." He gestures to his body as he stumbles down the street, dragging me as I try to jump over his shoulder and get to my backpack.

We disappear in an alleyway and he pins me against the wall.

"N-n-no. I-i-i n-n-need t-t-to f-f-f-" I stutter as he smashes his lips into mine and holds me up so my feet are a full foot of the ground. He moves from my mouth to my neck and I scream with all the nerves I have built up in my small body. He looks into my eyes and terror shoots through me at the look he's giving me.

"The D-man doesn't get rejected." He growled and raised his hand. I whimpered and closed my eyes, cringing as best I could. Suddenly, a door slammed open and the man's grip on me loosened a bit. A laughing voice stopped laughing.

"Hey! Put her down!" Someone yelled. The man sprinted, leaving me crashing to the ground. He slipped and slid out of the alleyway and disappeared into the crowded New Jersey streets. I looked over and saw a silhouette in the door frame. Not much taller than me with hair styled to one side. He took a step towards me and I was gone, stumbling out of that alleyway and then tripping over my backpack.

I quickly scrambled around in the bag and ingested my inhaler, and then forced a few anxiety pills down my throat. I didn't get up. I was sprawled out across the ground as I curled around myself, crying and shaking. I was missing Alys right now, where could she possibly be!? I felt arms wrapping around me, pulling me up, and someone trying to calm me down. I assumed it was Alys. I cried and let her hold me, slowly falling asleep.

Notes

Plot twist: I'm posting another one.