I was going into a bar to drink my head clear.I had a strange cocktail, the fluid was kinda green-purple. I drank just one sip and felt dizzy right away. I drank it all and left the bar, I ran into a small dark streat. I had persecution mania, as I turned around, I saw a person all bloody and wearing only black clothes. I rubbed my eyes, it was just a imagination I guess. Maybe I started to hallucinate because of the alcohol. I was scared because of that what i have seen. I was nervous and feared that someone kills me... in the next moment i heard foot steps, they were going faster.... the person started to run. I was satnding there and crying and halfways pissing my self. It was just a illusion... I fell on my knees and started crying even more than before. After crying for fifteen minutes I stood up and staggered outa the small dark streat, as I felt a strong pain in my chest. In pain i broke down on my knees. I held my hand over my chest where the pain was the strongest, "I CAN'T BREATHE!" I coughed blood, finally I fell down and died on that.
May you ask who the fuck is writing the story when the protagonist died. Well guess who?
