I pulled the balaclava over my face. I nodded at my brother. "Where are you going Ally?" Will sighed. "Out. I'm going for the night." I muttered.

I ran out of the bar clutching a bottle of Firewhiskey and a packet of Chocolate Frogs. I skidded around the corner. People were running after me speaking rapid Spanish.

I smirked as I saw a way to climb the building in front of me. 

Soon I was on the roof. I opened the Firewhiskey. "Let's have some." Slurred a drunk Victiore. "No it's mine." I snapped.

"I love you Teddy." Victiore yelled up to the sky. I groaned. "I'll take you home." I sighed. 

I climbed down with a passed out Victiore. Oh look a random motorbike. The keys were still in the engine. I started up the engine. I put a helmet on Victoire's head. 

Victiore woke up. "AHHHHHH!" She screamed as I rode the motorcycle. "Ah you're awake." I muttered. Victiore clutched onto me tightly. "Why are you taking me home?" Victiore asked. 

"Because I have nothing better to do." I replied as I dropped her off. Her Dad ran over to me. "Oh thank you so much." He gushed. I rolled my eyes. "Don't expect me to help your hot mess daughter again." I snapped driving away.

I ended up on a random roof. I took a sip of my Firewhiskey. A sip for my fucked up life. A sip to forget that year. A sip to forget everything. A sip to pretend I'm not on the run, for something I didn't do. A sip to pretend half my life didn't happen.

I'm such a mess. Behind a tough, don't-give-a-shit attitude there is actually a messed up, broken girl. All of this is my carefully created mask.