Today is different I think to myself, something is off about this. I can feel it in my gut, someone is watching me, following me. I feel their beady eyes setting my back ablaze. I turn around and stop to let my vision focus in the darkness that surrounds me. I see the tobacco store down the street and all the lights from the houses are out. I don't see anybody. Its getting late and I'm not even close to where I am supposed to be. I feel a prick in my neck and slap at the air near my face and neck. I hit nothing, must of been a misquito. Things are getting fuzzy all of a sudden. Why? I didn't drink that much, did I? I can't remember where I am and the houses are dancing in front of my eyes.I turn again and start in the direction I was headed before. "Where am I going?",I ask myself out loud. I'm too tired to think about where I'm going right now. I'll get there somehow. I turn right and see a pink flower pot on the side of a coffee shop, at least I think its a flower pot and it looks like a coffee shop. Everything seems out of focus and I am stumbling around like a drunk dog. "What did Dean give me?", I ask the warm air surrounding me. No answer. I feel rough hands grab me. I fall to the ground, too dizy to stand. I shout at the man who is now squezing me. "Let me go!", I try to scream before a cloth that smells funny is clamped over my mouth and nose. I can't breathe and the edges of my vision begin to darken. Not only my vision is blurry but my mind has since become a fog. I don't know what's happening. I scream again and bite down on the hand of my attacker. I taste blood. I smile to myself hearing him yelp in pain. I can't think anymore, I unvolintarilly release my jaw from it's grip on his hand. I black out with the taste of blood on my lips. I sleep.
