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Without another moment of thought, I decided to pop one of the pure pills into my mouth and down the thing with a swig of rum. I could taste the white tablets gruesome effects on the tip of my tongue. The sensation was almost like dancing, I was happy, and the thought of everyone else disappeared from my mind. My mind clouded over after I started blaring music to compete with the jitters I needed to let out. The song that came on didn’t matter, because I was lost in the music of my own heartbeat. Rhythm got faster, the bass pounded, and something else in the background was banging too. Maybe it was the door, but I didn’t care. That’s when I saw the door open. I swore I locked it, I shrugged it off anyways. The person who came in had …show more content…

There was a clear white building ahead, a huge cross planted on the front. A person dragged me out, holding me close to their tanned neckline without defiance. After I was put onto a comfortable bed and sped off, I lost track. My eyes closed. Clearly, at the edge of my bed, a blonde and brunette were arguing. My eyes focused, and I saw Marco Bodt and Reiner Braun before me. “What did you give to him?!” “I already told you! I didn’t give him anything! I haven’t even seen him since I gave him the key to his apartment!” Marco choked down tears, “Then tell me, how exactly did Jean get those drugs! They were from you! I checked over the tablets, marked obviously with your signature!” Every time he says my name, my heart begins to burst. It’s in the way he says is, pronouncing the noun with a French accent the way it should be, his tongue licking his bottom lip after he says my name. “I don’t know, Marco! I’ve only sold to that blonde recently, the one you said that was his friend.” “Armin, you mean? There’s no way he could’ve come over and given Jean anything, I know no one has come over…” “Who 's to say he didn’t leave the house?” “No, no, Jean would never willingly go to get some drugs. That’s not him.” “Marco,” Reiner put a hand on Bodt’s shoulder, “You told me how he was acting the past couple of days, sweetheart I’m sorry, but he really might have.” “No!” I shook under the intense sound of Marco’s voice breaking, “You don’t even know him, Reiner! He’s

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