"Do you want something to drink?" she asked kindly as she glanced over to where she knew I was sitting.
I didn't reply immediately. My stomach growled painfully. It had almost gone numb. It didn't matter how many cigarettes I smoked over the past few days (and nights), it would always feel painful and a little empty afterwards.
"Um... Sure," I replied.
I could hear Rachel giggle a little and stand up. When she returned shortly after, two cans of coke were placed in front of me.
"Here. This will do nicely, won' it?"
"Thanks," I murmured as I grabbed my coke and opened it.
As I took a sip, Rachel sat back down next to me and glanced sideways.
"So... You don't remember anything?" she asked in curiosity.
I paused for a moment as I thought back to my memories. I remembered the sound of
