As we sit in my living room talking and laughing I start to notice something is off about him tonight. He is a little on edge and nervous looking. The opposite if what he normally is. I haven't known him long but I know him well enough to know his normal attitude and this isn't it. I start to examine him more in detail, physically and mentally. I think to myself that I have never actually seen his tattoo. Maybe I have been oblivious but I feel like I would have seen it. His highly tattooed body is something that could prevent me from seeing it but his tattoos are one of my favorite things about him so I have looked at them all very closely with high intent. Everyone's is placed differently but normally they are somewhere on your upper body. I start to question if he even has one but then I laugh to myself for even thinking that. It must be the wine. We haven't talked about our dates at all actually. I have tried my hardest to stay away from the topic. I know he has seen my tattoo. It isn't hard to miss with it being right below my collar bone. But he has never mentioned it, which I am very greatful for.
"More wine?" He asks me while taking my empty glass I didn't even know was empty.
"Sure." I say and smile at him.
Moments later he walks out of my kitchen with two glasses of wine in his hands. I start to drink my now third glass. We continue to tell stories and laugh. I really enjoy his company and its been so nice having a friend but it makes me nervous. I have stayed away from people knowing what would happen to me soon.
I start to feel strange. My head is starting to spin and ache harder by the second. I blame it on the wine until about ten minutes later my vision starts to go blurry and I start to forget where I am and who this is in front of me and why I am here.
"I don't feel well." I slur.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
I try to form an answer but at this point I barely know my own name. What feels like hours but is only seconds later he has grabbed his keys and picks me up to carry me out of my apartment. He lays me in what I think is the back seat of his car and drives away. I try for the life of me to keep my eyes open to see where he is taking me and why he rushed out of their so fast. I start to lose conscientiousness completely but right before I do I swear I hear him say,
"This isn't the end, I promise."
