Rae and I arrived at the bar around 10 pm. While not a huge bar, the ambiance was nice, it was clean and not as busy as I would have thought for a Friday night. We grabbed two seats at the bar, ordered a couple of drinks, trying to act as we belonged, and knew what we were doing.

I had made Rae promise that she wouldn't find someone to dance with and end up leaving me alone; that lasted all of an hour. By midnight I had been sitting at the bar by myself for a while downing drink after drink and trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

For most people, the more they drink the more relaxed they become. For me, it seemed to have the opposite effect. The more I drank the more paranoid and anxious I became. I was convinced that someone was watching me, I could feel their eyes on me but when I looked around everyone's attention was elsewhere. The bar was full of people; every stool at the bar was taken, every table was full and the dance floor was packed. And as this realization hit me it came with another wave of anxiety. The beat of the music picked up and the pulse of my heart seemed to match it while the volume of the people around me increased so that all I could hear was the buzz of voices and my own heartbeat in my ears. I couldn't breathe, I needed to get out before I had a full-blown panic attack.

An unfortunate truth of our society is that young women learn pretty quickly that they should never end up in a bar or party alone, especially when they have been drinking and they're more vulnerable. I had a vague idea that it wasn't smart for me to step out onto the street and stumble down the dark alley next to the bar but by that time I was struggling to take a deep breath, my vision was beginning to dim and a wave of nausea had just hit me.

I had just managed to stand back up with tears streaming down my face after puking back up all of the alcohol that I had just consumed when I heard male voices coming towards me from the other end of the alley. But, the danger in this didn't frighten me right away. Expelling the alcohol from my body hadn't helped sober me any, if anything it had just increased my anxiousness and made me feel even more disoriented.

As the men drew nearer I had the vague notion that one of the voices sounded familiar but I couldn't quite place it, had these men come out of the bar? No, they couldn't have because they were coming from the opposite direction.

As these thoughts flooded my mind I realized that not only were the voices drawing nearer but they were also getting louder and I realized that the men were yelling and dragging someone along behind them.

I dove behind a dumpster nearly losing my balance and falling to the ground, just as they got close enough for me to hear what they were saying. I peeked around the corner of the dumpster to see the shadowy figures of 3 men looming in the middle of the alley.

In the darkness, I could just make out the shape of one seemingly very tall man holding another with his hands behind his back so that he couldn't move while the other sucker-punched him in the stomach. "This is your last chance, tell me where it is!"

The man being held could do nothing but wheeze as he fought to catch his breath from the punch. "I don't want to have to kill you! Don't make me. Just tell me where it is!" When there was no answer forthcoming the man threw another punch catching him in the jaw, I couldn't see but heard the splatter of blood and teeth hitting the pavement.

Even with my mind hazy from the alcohol I could deduce that this was some drug deal gone bad or some type of gang activity. I covered my mouth trying to cover my gasp as the man standing above the would-be prisoner pulled a gun from the waistband of his pants and pressed it to the forehead of the man before him.

"Tell me where it is or your brains will be the next thing covering the ground." I looked up at the man holding the gun feeling slightly confused. I had caught the slight hitch in his voice, the sound of someone trying to sound more confident than they were, someone trying to hide their fear. And still, the voice sounded familiar but his back was to me and in the darkness, I could barely make out the faces of the other two men.

When the man still refused to answer, after shaking his head and letting out a curse, before my brain could process what was happening a loud pop rang out through the alley and a spray of red mist covered both men still standing, along with the side of the dumpster where I was crouched.

Before I could think about it revealing my presence I let out a loud scream and tried to run. But, in my inebriated state and wearing heels that I was not even remotely comfortable in, I was barely able to make it a few steps before someone had grabbed and shoved me against the wall of the alley. As I clawed at the hand squeezing my windpipe blocking my ability to breathe, I realized that this was the man who had held a man up while another shot him through the head. Blind panic set in and I started scratching at the hand, trying to kick or scream or do anything. But already my lungs were burning for air and my body was tiring.

But panic set in once more when the metallic smell of blood reached me and I realized that the man's hands and chest were covered in blood and I had unknowingly smeared it all over my own hands and chest in my struggling.

"Shut up! Stop struggling! Who are you? What did you see?" The man yelled in my face. When I didn't answer, because I couldn't breathe much less speak, he pulled me slightly away from the wall only to slam me back against it. My vision flickering as the back of my head met the brick behind it. "Answer me! I will fucking kill you!" he screamed slamming me against the wall once more.

All I could do was let out a hiss of pain as I felt what had to have been blood start trickling down my neck from my head.

Suddenly I heard the other man yell "Wait!" as the man was wrenched away from me and I was caught by a pair of strong arms before my body could collapse to the floor. All I could do was gasp for air and struggle to remain conscious as I was leaned against the wall and a familiar face swam into view. The utter shock was almost enough to snap me back from the edge of unconsciousness but not quite. I was only able to utter one word before falling into the blackness.

"Jungkook..."