Drink it!

She asked me to drink it.

I came into the room hardly keeping tears inside the eyes. It was my b-day and the whole family was enjoying late evening coffee. But something was wrong, all of them seemed concerned somehow, nobody was relaxed like when I ran out into the kitchen with my cell phone.
Emily, my best friend, noticed my change. – Was that...? – Yep... – And...? – Nothing good. No way back.
She took a bottle of wine and a tall glass. Poured the wine until it hardly kept from running out of the glass. I was looking at the glass with a deathly stare. – What? – Drink it! – Are you crazy? I cannot drink ALL that. – Do it.
I drank the whole glass of wine. Everything moved in my eyes, and I became a little bit less conscious. Indifference began taking over me. The guests were going home. I made myself smile saying thanks and goodbyes. Like pulling some doll's lips into sides – it was just the facial skin pulled by muscles, not an actual smile. Drink it. Emily was right. Drink it! – what I needed at that time.
...3 years have passed. I still remember. And I still thank Emily. Nobody found out what happened. Except myself, Emily and The Voice. Thank you. I've drank it.