Clubbing Gone Wrong

Falling Apart

That night was the first time I had felt that feeling again. The crave for the sweet and bitter liquid to cross my lips, to feel it sliding down my throat and filling the emptiness in my stomach. For the intoxication and music to drown out my thoughts. To be empty and fulfilled at the same time. I need the distraction and nothing was going to stop me.
I pushed open the all too familiar glass doors and dove straight into the crowd heading for my old spot at the end of the bar. As soon as I ordered a drink I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Hey cutie wanna dance" the blonde in the revealing dress asked smirking.

"Uh sorry, I'm uh waiting for someone" I lied just to get her away from me. I may have come back but I'm still not who I used to be. I turned back around and took another sip of my drink. It tasted slightly different this time, it was odd. I chugged it down anyway.
I soon began to feel dizzy and queezy. I couldn't have felt this way after only one drink this usually takes at least six. I stood up and tried to walk, staggering my way through the sea of people, my vision blurred.
I suddenly felt an arm around my shoulders leading me, and I let them.

POV 3RD:
The dim ally was covered in grafiti and smelled like the back of a garbage truck. The old dumpster rusty and crumbling. The stranger had pressed him against the wall, the cold stone jutting into his back. He still couldn't see anything and even if he could, he couldn't understand what was going on. The stranger pulled a knife from his belt holding it up, one hand still pressed against his chest keeping him against the wall.

"Remember me?" The strangers voice slurred as he raised the knife, slashing it along his jugular. The warm crimson spurting out, staining the strangers clothes and the wall behind him. He slumped to the ground as soon as the stranger let go, eyes still open. His heartbeat quickly faded to nothing and the stranger picked him up tossing him into the rusty dumpster.

POV WIFE:
He's dead, he's dead and there is nothing I can do. I looked in the mirror, the dark bags clear under my eyes, highlighted by the black dress. I slipped on my shoes and brought our, no my son out to the car.
The funeral was hell, why we're they crying they don't really care, they were never there, we were the ones that actually loved him! I don't understand how, why could this have happened, he was so good, so great and now he's dead. I sat on the couch back at home until everyone left. I didn't need them to tell me how much they care, I need my fucking husband. Once everyone was gone I walked to my room to change when I realized I couldn't find my son.
I called out his name receiving no answer. I called again louder, hoping, praying he just hadn't hear me. When he still didn't respond I ran into his room. All I saw was his cold lifeless body slowly swing from the ceiling fan.
I wept, ther was nothing I could do now. I grabbed my keys and ran to the car, I would not be alone, I couldn't, this couldn't be happening. How could I have just lost it all?
I sped around the corner approaching the small bridge. I picked up speed, going father and faster until my car broke through the barrier plunging into the lake. The car filled with water and I took I. A deep breath letting the cool salty liquid fill my lungs.

Hold on my sweeties, I am coming for you.