I pick the wrong day to walk into my favorite bar lounge, Kisses. In my state of depression, loathing that I wasted another day at that horrible place, I missed the fact that the entire place was empty.

I sat down at my usually spot, barely taking note of the soft RnB playing in background and waited for someone to ask for my order. No one came. And even that didn't pull me from my dark thoughts. I just sat there, drowning in my negative pool of self pity.

What a waste of space I was, I thought.

I just kept thinking, how did I get here? I wasn't the most ambitious person but i had dreams. I had wanted to write poetry, travel the world and fall in love. Not the most original dreams but they were once mine. I had none of those now. Instead I spent all my time studying towards getting my business degree. I had thought I could do it all; write and get a degree but university was demanding. It was sucked all the creativity out for me. Everything I wrote reflected how empty I felt. I always felt drained.I didn't even have the energy to put on that one cute dress I own and some lipgloss. I was young but my soul had aged from being here.

I had been so deep in my thought that only the scream of a man pulled me out of my dark thoughts and suddenly I became aware of the lack of people in the bar. The scream had come from the back of the bar, down the passage between the actually bar and the kitchen. I sat still for a moment, waiting to hear for movement or something. No sound came. 

Maybe I had imagined it. 

But I knew what I heard and the emptiness of this place alone was alarming. There was no sound except for the soft playing music. Every part of my body tensed with fear. I knew I had to leave but that scream...  

Don't be dumb. Leave.

But somehow I found myself going towards the passage where the noise came from. Not being a completely idiot, I decided to go to the other end of the bar, away from the noise, and go between the bar table and the liquor shelves. Hopefully I'd find a weapon behind there. Tiptoeing my way to the bar, I made sure not to bump into anything or make a noise. I hardly doubt I was breathing. On the way to the end of the bar that lead to the passage, I found a small knife with an orange handle meant for slicing lemons. It wasn't much but it was sharp.

I had reached the end of the bar and all I had to do was lean forward, just enough to get peek of the passage. I said a silent prayer, hoping that I would see nothing and realise the bar was just closed for the night. Slowly I leaned towards the passage, again trying not to make a sound. The lights in the passage, like the ones in the kitchen, were a bright white and I saw everything I expected to see. The door lending to the kitchen to my right. Further down were the bathrooms and the back exit. I was expecting all of that except the thing standing at the end of the passage in front of the open storage room.

Upon seeing it, I was more puzzled than scared because it looked like Cell from Dragon Ball Z minus the life-sucking tail and it had purple scales instead of green. Well maybe not exactly but it looked like some human-dragon hybrid. However I did start to hyperventilate when it started to pour a lot of tiny eggs  from its abdominal onto something. It made a sound close to vomiting than nearly made me sick.

And my blood when cold when I realised it was a someone. A man. 

Frozen to where I stood, I heard the softest tap on the wooden floors and looked down. She was probably no older than me. This could have been her side job, a way to pay for her study loan or maybe it was her main job. But dressed in the bartender uniform was a girl probably half my size who had squeeze herself into a small sort of gap between a mini fridge and the lower shelves. Her big brown eyes filled with fear stared up at me and her short bob weave had seen better days. Trembling hands held a knife similar to mine.

I had to get out of here. 

I pointed to the door but the girl frenetically shook her head, putting her thumb and index fingers together and shaking her hand.

 A door bell.

Normally when this place was packed you could hardly hear the bell but now, with only the soft music playing, that thing would definitely hear it. 

Maybe we could call the police or something. But then I remembered that on my little adventure to see where the noise had come from, I forgot to take my purse. Meaning my phone was all the way across the room. There was no way I could convince my body to go all the way back there. All I could do was pray that my phone battery died before my mom called.

Silently sinking to the floor, I tried to find a hiding place as good as the one the girl had. That proved difficult seeing that I was 5 ft 10, so I just sat down against the wall right at corner that turned into the passage. Maybe if the hybrid went passed it wouldn't see me.