L.A. Suspects

I don't really remember much. The lights went out and I was grabbed from behind. I was drunk and wasn't able to break free from the grip. The scream I let out was muffled by a piece of cloth wrapped around my mouth. My feeble attempts to catch someone's attention was covered by the loud music and my captor. Before I knew it, I was thrown in to a barren place. Even I don't know who it was, and I was there. How are they suppose to find out?

Dammit. What have I done? Everything, all of this, is because of me. If I hadn't gone to that club... I didn't even want to go in the first place. We wouldn't be in this situation.

Rachel wouldn't be a mess.

Nobody would be facing false accusations.

And I wouldn't be dead