My name is Y/N, I know, stereotypical name, I get it. If I could change my name I would, but I can't, thanks so much mom and dad. My dad, Richard, he wasn't a bad parent, neither was my mom, they both were amazing. That is... Until the accident... Besides that, I don't really know what else to say, my parents, I truly miss them, to the moon and back. But, what can I do? I'm just little ol' me. A bullshit excuse for a human. That may sound harsh, but it's truly not. If you could see me, you'd be disgusted too. I know I am...

  Y/N walked with her hoodie covering her face, it was a simple hoodie, black with a galaxy eye on the back. Her symbol. With her head down and earbuds plugged in, Y/N didn't notice the fairly large group of men she was about to run into. Then again, when you wear a mask all the time, your peripheral vision is bound to be blocked. With an unknown amount of force, Y/N ran into the first person, who wore a mask. She looked up and examined him, he had black fluffy hair with three earrings in each ear. His mask resembled Jason Vorhees, an iconic horror movie villain. He had a fairly muscular build, and Y/N saw it through his blue sweatshirt. 

  Snapping back to reality, Y/N stared at the man's eyes, which seemed to emit a blue glow. Even with a mask she could tell he was glaring at her. She saw his mask rise up and down faintly, signaling he was talking, but with music blasting in her ears, she couldn't understand a word. Finally taking out her ear buds she turned back to him and the group, crossing her arms as a sign of irritation. A man behind the masked male stepped forward, sighing and putting a hand on his shoulder. Even after all these years she recognized him, which was impressive considering her awful memory.

  Testing out her fairly unused voice, she spoke a name she though she would never say again, "Luke?"  

   All the men stiffened, especially Luke, the man who had his hands on the masked man's shoulder. He turned to her, "How do you know my name?" he asked her, his hand tightening. Y/N simply shrugged it off, "The true question is how you don't know mine."

 She shifted on the balls of her feet, rocking back and forth ever so slightly. Her mask was slightly hanging off her face, giving her an innocent look. Luke ignored her skittish nature, and instead took his hand off the man's shoulder, focusing on her more. "I asked how you knew my name." The way he said it wasn't friendly, but it wasn't entirely aggressive either. it was just... Threatening.

  Y/N was about to reply when her phone buzzed, distracting everyone from the clearly disastrous conversation. She fumbled in her pocket but pulled out her phone, pressing the answer button. "Hello?"

  A very bubbly voice shouted through her phone in response, "Girl! You were supposed to be here ages ago! I had to decline Travis. Travis! You know, the hottest guy around!" Y/N let out a long, irritated sigh, ignoring all the men around her, "Listen, Graceyln, I don't care that you had to ditch Travis, the dudes a man whore anyway!  Besides that, I'm kind of in the middle of something!" The men all stifled obvious laughs, but a hidden look from Y/N got them all to shut up.

  "I heard the sound of men! You better not be fuckin multiple men! If you are I swear to the high heavens I'mma come over there and beat your ass if you are!"  Y/N let out a groan, "I'm not! I swear Graceyln if you come over here your skinny ass won't walk for a week you'll be so bruised." A loud gasp was heard from the other end of the phone, "You don't mean that! Do you?" "Graceyln I'm hanging up."