I had never really been a person that believed in the supernatural. I had never really thought that there was anything else to the world, besides what we knew. I don't know much about this person who appeared in my bedroom, but i did know that my life was probably going to change.

“What in the kentucky fried FUCK?!”I yelled, scrambling back against the wall. I don't usually swear, but this was a moment where it was definitely called for. Somebody (not something, they had arms and legs) had appeared out of a huge glowing rift that appeared out of thin air. It scrambled, practically fell, out of the bright blue portal, and then hastily waved it's hands and shut it, the entryway closing with a click.

I looked at the person. She was tall, clad in a leather jacket. She looked like she was wearing some kind of armour, made of shiny, moulded plates and wires that whirred when she moved. The jacket was over the metal, and seemed just big enough to conceal it. She wore blue-tinted goggles and had a long braided ponytail of brown hair coming out the back of her head. She wore strange gloves that were sparking blue, and her ears were pointed. She seemed to have skin that was a deep dark shade of green, but the most eye-catching part of her, was the revolver holstered at her waist with the catch off. I usually focus on the weapons the person is wielding before anything else. She pressed the revolver to my forehead.

“Don't say a thing.”

I didn't.

She looked around the room, her face completely emotionless. The gun never left my forehead. Her goggles flickered like they were blinking.

“Clear.”. She said, holstering her gun.

“Excuse me but what the fu-”

I never got the chance to finish my sentence. She grabbed my arm and said: “I know you have questions, but now is not the time. You are supposed to die today, and I cannot let that happen.”

“Wha-”

I didn't get to finish that sentence either. The woman grabbed my arm and pulled, just as I heard a loud crack. The window broke, and there was a hole in my bed sheets.

“Shit!,” I heard her say, taking her gun out again. “They're here already.”

Another crack. It only just dawned on me that somebody wanted me dead. The confusion set in, alongside the fear. There were a lot of things that I wanted, but death was not one of them.

We ran down the stairs, hearts pounding. I heard a door slam open. I heard clamouring voices. My common sense took over. A very good time too. I swore to myself that I would treat myself to a smoothie when all of this was over.

The woman let me go. “Stay here she said,” peeking through the door to the bottom of the stairs. She cursed, and carefully shut it.

“What is going on?”, I hissed hands clenched. I was sweating bullets. One minute i was just vibing to some music, and the next, this person, who i didn't think was even human, was trying to kidnap me or some shit.

“Let me get this straight with you,” she hissed back, teeth bared. “These people are trying to kill you. They will not stop until you are dead. They will put a bullet in your brain and leave you bloody on the floor. I am your only ticket out of here, so shut up and do as i say.”

I said nothing.

She sighed. ”Sorry. I'm actually a nice person when there isn't a threat of death in the air.”

Understandable.

She peeked through the keyhole, and readied her gun.

“Shit.”, she whispered, fists clenched. “Right. They're coming up. When that door opens, I want you to run up the stairs as fast as you can. Do not walk past any windows. I will come up when it's done.”

I nodded. I wasn't in the mood for backchat or questions.

The door swung. I ran, the sounds of gunshots drifting up to my ears. I hid in a corner, rocking back and forth. How did this happen? I looked up into the ceiling. I plugged in my headphones, hoping that the music would drown everything out. They did, but not even the brilliant song that was Lin-Manuel-Miranda’s Non-Stop could calm me down. You know you've hit rock bottom when you can't vibe to Hamilton. I tried to hum along to the lyrics in my head, but it was drowned out by the rhythmic beating of my heart, going as fast as a ragtime piece. I thought I was going to die.

Look at where you are,

The gunshots stopped

Look at where you started,

heavy footsteps began marching up the stairs

The fact that you're alive is a miracle,

I could see a thin line of smoke drift upwards

Just stay alive, that would be enough,

The timing of the music in my ears was impeccable.

The woman emerged from the top of the stairs, gun smoking. I took her hand and ran out the building, ears ringing. The song had switched. David Diggs was prancing up and down in my ears, singing a broadway-like tune. I was glad that my world would be flipped upside down to the tune of that guy's vocals. Better than dying to the tune anything by Cardi B