The Disappearence of Lisa Lopes.

Too Late.

August 7, 1992

1:21 A.M.

Lisa.

I walked out of the studio and made my way to the hotel me and the girls were staying at. I gotten drunk last night and I didn't wake up until 11 last night. Tionne said I need to stop drinking but I couldn't help it. It was the only way to calm me down and all of that shit. Tionne and Chilli were pissed off at me but I didn't give 2 shits. They got a problem, they can suck my ass. Cause I don't give 4 fucks what they think about me and alcohol. It's who I am and I like it. I wish they would get off of my backs. Ugh, it's fucking annoying. I felt like I been walking for 24 hours straight. I looked at my watch. It's only 1:23 A.M. I looked at my surroundings. Thank god I'm almost to the hotel. I can eat me a goodass meal and take my ass to bed. I felt someone's presence behind me but I turned around and saw nobody there. I walked faster cause I didn't know what happens on these streets at night and I didn't wanna find out. I heard footsteps behind me so I did the first thing that came to my mind. I ran. I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. I didn't stop. I didn't walk. I didn't do anything but run. I turned a corner and decided to stop for a second since the hotel was across the street. I looked around and I didn't see anyone. Thank god. Now I can finally go. Before I could take a step, I felt my mouth being covered and a sharp needle going into my arm. All I could see was darkness afterward.