The girl collapses into my arms, something about her blood tastes different from the one before…

Ecstasy.

I should have known, my mind reels as her blood connects with mine. I remember to touch her neck, heal the wound. I take her to the room the Kandi Kids use to cool off, lay her on a bale of hay, and return to the washroom.

As I look in the mirror it all hits me. What have I done? Did I kill them? I murdered the girl with tender caresses, but the boy, was sheer cruelty. Was he dead? I dart to the back entrance of the dilapidated building, stoners gather near the doorway, laughing raucously. My mind is spinning, the world tilts. He is there, to the side, and he is not moving.

I run to him, turn him onto his back and try to tell if he’s breathing. I scream for help, over and over again, for help. As soon as people flood the scene, I step back into the crowd. I find Emily and Anika, hug them. I ask them what’s going on. They don’t know. No one can tell if he’s dead or alive. I panic.

What have I done?