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staring up at the night sky, lifeless and frozen. Blood was all over him, mixing with the plaster dust as it seeped out of his body, and the logical part of my brain that was still somehow functioning told me that the blood was coming from a giant gash across his throat.
    He was pale, so pale he looked almost frozen white. I sat there, shivering and gasping, unable to understand what this was. How did I get here? What was going on?
    I looked around frantically, trying to see if this was some type of ridiculous, horrible joke that was being played on me. Halloween was coming up. Nick was well known for his stupid pranks. But there was no one around me, no sounds of laughter. Just the sounds of creaking construction work around me.
    Even though I knew Rob was dead, I was still compelled to put my fingers on his neck, checking for a pulse. It was difficult to find any spot that wasn’t mutilated to put my fingers on, but my numbed mind wanted me to anyway. And as soon as I did, my body zinged with pleasure.
    I wanted to pull away, disgusted, but that deeper part was talking to me again, telling me to stay right where I was.
    I watched, horrified and fascinated, as what looked like a blue spiral of smoke came out of Rob’s mouth.
    Instinctually, I leaned in close to Rob’s mouth and breathed in as the delicate mist wafted up, and as it went into my mouth and hit my system, my eyes widened in pleasure.
    It tasted like every delicious thing that had ever been made on this earth. Chocolate chip cookies, whipped cream, strawberries, seven-layer cake, milkshakes, everything. I couldn’t stop the moan that came out of my throat, and I vaguely registered just how unearthly my groan sounded.
    When it was over, I wanted to wail in displeasure at the abrupt ending. It tasted so good and it felt so divine that I wanted whatever was happening to last forever.
    My eyes once again opened, and I felt more alive and refreshed than I had ever felt in my entire life. I eventually realized that I was smiling widely. The logical part of my mind stepped in again and told me to stop. Stop whatever I was doing and understand that there was a dead person beside me.
    At that thought, I looked down, feeling strangely calm despite the grotesque picture that I knew would greet my vision.
    There was nothing there.
    Shocked, my eyes jerked side to side, glancing everywhere around the rooftop but seeing nothing. I looked down at my hands, my chest, felt my hair, and nothing. No blood, no gore, I was covered in nothing.
    I started to panic again, rising quickly from my seated position into an automatic defensive standing position.
    You’re crazy, Em. You’re going crazy. Just like your mother.
    I couldn’t prevent that thought from hitting my mind. That was the only conclusion. Here I was, on a deserted rooftop, hallucinating that I had violently killed someone, breathed in his deliciousness, and then promptly evaporated him.
    Dreaming, hallucinating—as long as it was fake, the logical part of my mind reassured me. As long as this never happened.
    I WILL FIND YOU!
    I screamed in agony as a voice that wasn’t mine pulsed into my head, paralyzing me with pain.
    I WILL KILL YOU.
    I groaned again, curling into a ball, unable to stop the streaks of pain shooting from my head and throughout my entire body.
    Crazy. You are bona-fide crazy , I thought through the pain. Then, with calm acceptance before the blackness, I thought, It was bound to happen sometime.
    And with that, I passed out for the second time.
    ***
    “Oh my god, Emily! Wake up!”
    I groaned and weakly swatted at the arms that were shaking me so violently.
    “Ems!”
    The voice was becoming more persistent and laced with panic. “Ems, wake up! What the hell did you do? What did you take?”
    Although my eyes felt like a stack of metal weights had landed on them, I attempted to slit them open in order to assess the annoying source that was preventing me from continuing to