"Happy birthday to you~!"

I'm smiling, everyone's gathered around me in the living room of my old house, singing for me and waiting for me to blow out the candles on my cake. 16, the big change, where girls become women and men can finally legally drive. All my friends are here, it kinda reminds me of my 10th birthday party. My girlfriend is beside me, my mom is taking pictures, it's been a while since I've seen her this happy too. I blow out the candles and everyone cheers, my girlfriend cups her hands over my face as she pulls me in for a kiss. I hear whistling and catcalls all around me as I wrap my arms around her waist. I even see him out of the corner of my eye, he's leaning on the frame of the front door, mouthing to me, "Happy birthday dude." This moment is perfect.

Then she comes running down the stairs, eyes seething at me. No… Not today, please. She's always been jealous of me since I was born. She's been jealous of the love and attention she claims I stole, she's been jealous that her birthday isn't as perfect as mine and she's jealous that her life isn't as perfect as mine, and she takes it out all on me. She charges through the crowd and jumps at me, knocking me down to the ground and wrapping her hands around my neck, squeezing them forcefully. I feel lightheaded as the air going into my lungs is getting cut off.

My friends are desperately pulling her off and I try to fight back, my left hand trying to attack her face while the right grabbing her wrist, my nails digging into her skin, trying to pry open her grip. She removes one of her hand and reaches for the knife for my birthday cake, she responds my futile attempts to escape by stabbing the knife into my shoulder, I scream in pain but that doesn't stop her attacks, I feel the knife being pulled out of me and that sharp pain of it entering my shoulder again and again. At this point I wonder which would kill me first, the lack of air or the blood loss.

Guess I won't find out. She finally gets pulled off me with the bloody knife falling beside me, screaming and kicking at everyone else in the room. My vision is fading, I can't tell if that's from the blood gushing out of my wound or the oxygen rushing into my lungs. Everything's spinning and I hear noises all around me. The last thing I see is his face, he's kneeling beside me and shaking me, shouting as loud as he can to try and stop me from slipping into unconsciousness.

"Stan, stay with me! Don't you fucking dare go down on me! STAN!"

My eye snap open and I shoot up, I'm awake on my bed, covered in a layer of cold sweat with my girlfriend sound asleep next to me. I look around to see my apartment, the same one I've been living in for about 2 year now. I sink back down onto my pillow with my hands covering my face and I just groan in frustration. Damn it, it's been 1 year and a half and I still can't get away from that nightmare. I know that she's gone now, I know he isn't here, so why won't it stop?!

Damn it, I need another whiskey.

A/N: This is my first Fanfic and I hope you will enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it. This is a Style story based on a Korean drama of the same name and there will be minor changes from the original drama. Please check it out if you want to see the show yourself. There will be OCs in this one so be warned. I'll try to update this weekly but this is one long story so be patient and I hope you enjoy the ride and get some feedback.

Take care, loves.