She takes a long drag of her half finished cigarette and reaches for the bottle of whiskey. Using alcohol to numb the pain, and forget about the past, she takes another gulp of the burning liquor, leaving only a third of it remaining in the bottle. "Dakota, you've nearly finished the whole bottle…you're going to be sick!", Vanessa shouts while snatching the bottle out of her hand. Vanessa calmly says, “Hunny, I really don’t want to have to take you to the hospital for alcohol poisoning for the 3rd time this month.” In rage, Dakota staggers over, grabs the bottle and leaves the apartment. She starts walking down the street, stumbling over her every step. She reaches into her pockets for her cigarettes and cellphone, but finds $10 and a piece of gum instead. She walks towards the nearest corner store while mumbling under her breath about how much Vanessa is a pain in her ass. Once at the store she stumbles in and buys a pack of Marlboro Blacks. She lights a cigarette once outside, and continued walking. With no sense of direction, Dakota walked down poorly lit, shady looking streets. A man stopped her and ask to "bum a smoke." Dakota replied with a drunken, "fuck no, you’re a fucking asshole!" After refusing to give up a cigarette, Dakota continued down a street as the man creepily followed her with soft footsteps. He followed her for blocks without her knowing. She walks down a dark alley with the man still following. She trips and hits the hard and wet ground. The man hovers over her limp body gazing into her tear-filled blue eyes and smirked. He then pulls out a Chloroform soaked rag and a trash bag and watches her try to squirm away in a rush.