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Thompson's screams started an ache in my chest. It was foreign; I wanted everything to stop. I wanted to choke Diana to return Her victims suffering for them. I wanted to talk to Thompson.
I wanted to scream at the sea and be careless of what people will say behind my back, just like Thompson— I'm turning into him.

"Stop" I whisper to myself as a wet drop lands on my jacket.

The screaming ended. And so did our suffers. He was gasping loudly yet slowly with his eyes widened in tears. His face was crimson in red from his screams. He wouldn't look at anywhere but the ground.

"You always scream..." Diana's heels tap against the floor; it was gently coming near me; No, Him. Not me.

"That's why your never fun" she finishes by shaking her head.

Only this time, there was a red cup resting in her palm. The exact ones they use at those dirty parties. I didn't notice the miniature spoon in her hand that was swirling round and round in the cup like a silent tornado in my mind.

I wish it would have been a tornado, this is much worse.

"Drink" she demands to Thompson.

He didn't answer her. He didn't take the drink and only pout. He knew better than me that this bitch in front of us probably poisoned it.
I knew it already; we are her next victims. We are the next Bennett who lay dead in a dark corner of a bathroom. Only this time, we are the cause of our own deaths.

Thompson's weak — and almost wrinkled hand moves to take the cup from her.

No; he can't. He shouldn't take it.

"He can't die" I press my hand against the cup.

She cackled. And it only seemed like a nightmare to me. Her red tongue darts to wet her bloody red lips before she spoke again,

"You really think I'd let this old jinx die so easily?" She held a sour expression. "It's nothing but a little drink to effect him" she shrugged.

Thompson can't die. If I hadn't remembered any of Naomi's information; I'd know Thompson knows Better than me, he's stronger than what he thinks he is. If he takes the drink, he'd surely lose consciousness while he's the only person other than Tiffany, that knows Diana's weakness points.

He was close to bringing the cup to his lips when I stretch my hands and snatch the cup away; allowing the familiar taste to slide down my already sore throat. It tasted like vodka only a bitterness added to it. It was the taste of what happened four months ago. Has it already been that long?
None of them were surprised by what I just did; Thompson doesn't even have a reason to live anymore so he wouldn't be shocked; and Diana,

Is Naomi number two; they both know everything but Diana is only a extremely vile version of her.

"Delicious?" She smirked.

"Shut the fuck up" I spit.

"Little Lucky, Alice" she declared, her voice sickeningly sweet. "You understand I destroyed your pretty and perfect boyfriend in a week and ruined him by only erasing one person" she gestures to Thompson, "Travis" she finally states.

Thompson eerily moved his feet towards my direction as his features tense at the mention of his son. What triggers this man is Travis.

"I'm not scared of you" I interrupt her role. "And I didn't need to; The problem with people is that they aren't people at all"

"Too bad. Sweetie; I had a little surprise for you and him" she smiles. "Have fun, don't forget to be effected"

Before I could talk furthermore, she stood to leave. Damn her. She wanted to leave me here till I get drunk from the shit she wanted to give Thompson.
Thompson's breathing was the only sound coming in that room; I can't imagine how I'd pull through this if he hadn't been here. It's hard to think of him as a real person; he lives so secluded as if he doesn't want to exist, willfully.

"Why won't you talk to me? To anyone?" I swallow the lump growing in my throat.

He didn't answer. Instead I could witness myself that tears were prickling in his eyes; his tired yet awake eyes. How can someone survive so much in there lives, be accused, called 'Mad' yet still manage to put on a life in this town full of hatred and deceit?

"Promise me you won't kill yourself" I made a noise. It was like the pain that I bottled up for so long that suddenly got the urge to spill out right now; but the problem was that I didn't want it to.

"Promise me you'll live" I continue.

"...I won't..."  he whispers. "There people who never deserved to live, and some didn't deserve to die" he breaks his whispering tone into a normal one.

"If some people weren't born, I wasn't supposed to be the one wishing to die, just because of them" his shoulders drop in a relaxing state.

His voice was familiar. It felt like home.

My head felt heavy as a rock. My body was slowly turning numb as if dead. I never thought I would say this in a million years, but If only I never met Bennett; what would've happened? Would I have been happier than before? Would I have the same regrets I have right now?

I wanted to sleep this trouble off. I wanted to know what would happen next only so I could run away from it and never look back.

I'm Drugged.