It was his birthday party and he was celebrating at home with his friends.
His friend tapped his shoulder and handed him a glass of alcohol.
"I can't drink." He said laughing.
"Just a little bit." His friend said, smirking.
After a few seconds of thinking he took the glass and began drinking and dancing.
Everyone was happy and laughing, but after a few drinks and hours he blacked out after being drunk.
The next Morning, he was standing over a pile of their dead bodies, with a knife in his hand.
"I told you I couldn't drink.." he mumbled, tears rolling down his cheeks.
