Dinner

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Jack and Mark had sat back down on the table and started to eat. It was quiet until Jack spoke up.

"So (y/n) where are you from?"

"Uh. I-I'm from the Heart of NYC. Moved here because of an opportunity I got from my job. It's been hard considering I don't see my family as often but I'm happy."

Jack and Mark stared at me while I ate.

"Ummm so Jack? Uh why are you here? Y'know in America?" I sputtered out trying to break the silence while finishing the last of my meal.

"Oh I just came to visit. Maybe do a collab with Mark." Jack looked expectantly at Mark who flashed him a big smile. "Yeah. Walk around. Nothing exciting really." I looked up at them.

Their voices were slurred and my vision was fuzzy. What was in that food? I stood up and grabbed my dishes. Going to the sink to wash them. After finishing I leaned over the sink, holding my head. 'Maybe the food was just bad. I'll just sleep this off.' I looked over at the table where they were still staring at me. Both of them wearing slight smiles.

I leaned on the walls and slowly made my way up the stairs. I heard one of them faintly stand and put the dishes away. My eye lids were getting heavy as I continued to go up the stairs. Struggling to stand I had made it up to my room.

As soon as I touched the door knob a heavy weight came over me. I could no longer hold my own weight as I collapsed.

My vision started to fade as I felt myself be picked up bridal-style. I muttered before passing out.

"Help..."

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