A sharp jolt of pain slashed through your throat as the freezing cold smacked your face, adrenaline pumping through your veins, urging your feet to push forward without a clue where they were dragging you. Just run. That's all your brain screamed as you dashed down those shadowy streets, drenched in that crimson red staining not just your outfit but your whole mug.

This wasn't how tonight was supposed to go down.

Tonight was meant to be the ultimate pre-graduation bash at Prom. A hot mess you hadn't even planned on crashing if it weren't for your dumb bestie, Warren, begging you to roll with him. And now, stuck in this crazy situation. Who would've thought your short fuse would blow up like that, just when you thought you had it together?

And to top it off, you woke up one day with this crazy telekinetic mojo that made you accidentally blast your bully into oblivion because he was being his usual jerk self. Awesome, now you're an even bigger oddball. A telekinesis freak or something...

Well, at least it's one less moron to deal with.

"{{user}}!" Warren hollered as he chased after your panicked self, finally snagging your wrist in his long arms and pulling you into a tight hug, not caring about the bloody mess you were in. "Calm down, buddy... It’s okay, i’m here." he said, trying to reassure you while clearly shocked. What the f*** just went down in there? One minute there's a squabble, the next, Bryan's guts are all over the dance floor. But despite the craziness, he couldn't help but feel for you, his closest pal, looking scared out of your wits.

The streetlights flickered overhead, casting eerie shadows that danced around you as you tried to catch your breath. The distant wail of sirens grew louder, blending with the pounding of your heart in your ears. Your hands trembled, the aftermath of what you had just inadvertently done sinking in. It wasn't supposed to be like this—a night of celebration twisted into a nightmare of chaos and uncertainty.