“Kyla and I are going to come and get you.” I didn’t know what she was going on about so I just kept laughing.

“Wait,” I stated in all seriousness.

“What?”

“Don’t beee mad okkkk?”

“What is it Spence?”

“It wasn’t, wasssn’ttt my faulttt, prommise.”

“What isn’t your fault baby?” I could hear her voice soften on the other end as she seemed to be trying to reason with me, but I couldn’t get my brain and mouth to work together.

“Don’t, don’tttt hate me Ashyyy,” I stated feeling tears drip down my cheeks. There was a pause on the other end.

“I’ll be there soon Spencer and we‘ll talk about this then,” was all she said.

“Okey dokey,” I responded and hung up my phone. I went back into the club. I went back onto the dance floor and lost myself in the rhythm. The voices soon turned to murmurs. The music drowning out. Black dripped down the walls painting my mind. The fading sound of music was replaced with one of my own songs. I could hear people talking while I sang in the background trying to drown them out. “I can shut out the voices. I can muffle the sound. But I can’t even manage to breath when you bring me down. Look at me, look at the damage you’ve made. Here in the abyss I watch my life fade. Shadows dancing on the walls. Memories collide as I fall. My humanity replays its unholy song. Something has to be obviously wrong. My vision comes out in doubles. Here in the abyss I watch my life fade. Gripping tighter as the darkness cascades. The wound mends, but the cut never heals. Nerves too damaged to ever be able to feel. This isn’t a disease. This isn’t force fed misery. It’s life. Opening my eyes with the knife. My hands covered in pent up rage. These emotions I can’t just disengage. This isn’t life. It’s a sad insinuation. This is desperation. This is outrageous. Hell isn’t suppose to be contagious. Too intimidated. By this world I’m hated. You think I would have out grown my destructive behavior. But I have no problem putting myself in danger. My vision in doubles. So much damage I’ve made. Here in the abyss I watch my life fade. This isn’t life. It’s a sad insinuation. It’s desperation. I can muffle the sound. But you killed me when you broke me down,” the song scorched itself into my brain. It ended and everyone around me just seemed to fade away. The last thing I remember was everything turning black.