Pull me in.

"What do you think you're doing?" A masculine voice echoed from behind me.

He reeked of alcohol.

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"I asked what the hell do you think you're doing?!" The man spoke again, this time he yelled.

'Go on. Drown. He is just another voice in your head. Ignore him.'

I pushed onward again, my feet leaving the edge. But there was friction. No matter how hard i tried to move forward, something was holding me back. I refused to give in. I tugged and tugged until eventually, within a second; i was lifted off the ground and throw away like a piece of paper.

*BAM!* I crashed into a chair behind me. I used my hands to cushion my fall. That only made things worst. I had sprained my left wrist. It hurt like hell.

"Ahh! Ahh!" I wailed in pain. It was like my veins were about to burst out from my wrist. I looked up, tears blurring my view. The man was right above me, he was staring down at me with disgust. "Why?"

"SHUT UP!" He screamed. "How dare you! I just saved your life!"

"I didn't ask to be saved!" I stood forcefully, my voice cracking due to the shock from the impact "I wanted to die."

"Get back down." He pushed me slightly, this caused me to fall back to the ground. "You're so stupid." He mumbled. I scanned this man from head to toe, he looked more miserable than i did. His hair was a mess, scattered all around like a mad man. He had folded up the sleeves of his shirt, his collar unbuttoned down to his mid chest. In his grasp, a half empty bottle of alcohol -- that was where the smell came from.

"You're even more recked than i am." I commented, turning my head to the side. I had to get out of there. With the man distracted by his own excesses, i slowly started to crawl away. For that moment there was a clam in my head. I had to take advantage of it and get some real help.

"Where are you going?" He paused. "You're leaving me as well?" There was a subtle undertone of grief carried in his voice. I Ignored him and continued crawling. "After saving you your just going away like that!" He yelled from behind me. I waved him off once again. "You're just a worthless psycho. Why else would you want to kill yourself." He mumbled the last part before taking a sip from his bottle. Now that comment, i couldn't take lying down.

"Excuse you! You're one to talk!" I got up in an instant. "You're here alone, drinking your time away, your just some m-miserable person." I stumbled over my words. How could he just insult me without even knowing who i am? What kind of person was he? He must have attended the event, but how come i never noticed this jerk of a man.

"What are you still doing here? I thought you were leaving?!" He approached me. I'm sure he tried to make himself look intimidating, but i wasn't having any of it. I too walked forward. We met at the center. "You are just trying to cover up for yourself. We ALL have problems but you don't see me jumping in a pool!"

"You don't know me or what I've been through.-"

"Oh please cut the crap!" He passively dismissed me. I could tell he was angry, but i just couldn't walk away. I had to at least try to defend myself. "It doesn't matter what you've been though. Killing yourself won't help. Just move on!"

"Oh really?" I scoffed. My arms folded." Let me guess, drowning yourself in alcohol is moving on?"

"No, no." He closed the distance between us. "That's not it. This stuff. This stuff is magic." He held the bottle over me. "In an instant, all your problem are gone." He sounded so convincing.

"What do you mean?" I squinted my eyes. Curiosity drowning out my anger.

He chuckled evily, "Anything i take this, just like that. All my pain, confusion and worries melt away. All I am left with is ecstasy." He laughed for a moment before pausing abruptly. It was as if a thought popped into his head. He smiled at me, "Do you want to try it? I promise you won't regret it." He pushed the bottle to my face. Was he serious? I should drink? No way! I shook my head, but he just wouldn't give in. He kept pushing the bottle to me.

I had my mind made up. There was no way i was going to take that. No way, no way!

But then again...

I started to reconsider. I had never taken alcohol before, so how could I tell if he was lying or not? In that moment, my mind drifed. I remembered a time when i had seen Andrew drinking alcohol -- he looked happy, though not as much as the man infront of me. I started tapping my foot on the floor. If i could forget about Janet, that way I would be able to find Annie and Andrew without feeling like i was loosing control over myself. As i thought about it that way, i realized I had nothing to loose.

Only a sip. I repeated in my head.

"A-re you sure? My problems gone?" I asked once more to confirm. I had to be sure of what I was getting into. The man nodded enthusiastically. "No side effects?" I asked again, still he nodded. It wasn't like i trusted the man, i just didn't have any other option. I had to act fast before Janet decided to speak again. When i crashed into the chair, i had bumped my head slightly. Since that time, Janet had been quite, but it wasn't going to last for long. I had to act fast.

Slowly, i reached out and grabbed the bottle from him. I scanned the bottle, then found a label plastered on it . It read ' Premium Vodka' What was that?

"Wait a second." He grabbed the bottle back from me, took another sip, cleaned the part where he had drank out from with the edge of his shirt, then gave it back to me. "Go on." He urged.

"How much should I drink?" I asked as i brought it up to my mouth.

"Hmm," he thought. He looked at the bottle, it was half full. "Everything."

"Everything? Are you sure? It's pretty big." My body shook. I was nervous, but this was for the best. If i drank it, i would forget about Janet and all other worries. With my head clear, I'd be able to find Annie and Andrew then apologize to them for lying.

"Yes Yes I'm sure." He hastily cleaned his mouth. "The more you drink the more you forget."

"Fine." I took some deep breaths before sipping it. "Ahh," I coughed up. It burned my throat.

"No no drink up the burn is good. Here I'll help you." He took the bottle from me. With his hand on my forehead, he tilted my head up before pouring the alcohol down my throat. I tried to struggle, but his grip was tight.

Within seconds, the bottle was empty.

"There." He smiled. "H-how do you feel now?" He looked so excited. I actually didn't feel anything for the first few minutes.

"Well no.-" I paused.

A sudden dizzying sensation flooded me. "What?" I kept swaying from side to side. I lost my balance.

"I got you." He stated right before grabbing onto me. He held me up as i couldn't support myself.

"Why is everything so woozy?" I started to slurr.

"It's working, Soon you'll be free from your worries."

"My head hurts." It felt like the universe had imploded on me. Everything was blurry. This man had lied to me. I didn't feel happy at all. Infact, i felt more lost than ever.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes fixed on mine.

"Huh?" I smiled, soon everything started to fade away. I felt so light, like a feather. It was like i had felt the planet. I loved it. I was free, i was happy! Nothing bothered me anymore. I felt confident, strong. Like i could lift a mountain with my pinky finger. I was untouchable.

"That's it. You're better now." He smiled. "We're going to have so much fun. Just you and me..."

Those were the last words i remembered before everything by faded to black.