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saturating my every cell. Suddenly I'm lifted in the air roughly by a lot of hands and pulled free from my source of orgasmic nourishment with a scream. I can feel my eyes blazing with a strange heat and I shout loudly at the top of my voice.
    “ FUCK OFF... LEAVE ME ALONE!” Everyone is staring at me. A little boy starts to cry.
    “ CANDACE!!! What the hell...? Are you on drugs or something?” My dad is looking at me in complete and utter horror. I don't know what he is seeing, but it isn't good.
    My God, I've really done it now.
    I take off at high speed, running to the door and out into the cold damp night air. I run with a velocity and agility I've never experienced before. I whip so fast through the lanes and streets. My head is alight, buzzing, and free. I can see everything so clearly, as if it were day. I leap over our gate with ease, flying high in the air. I'm obviously hallucinating or the drink I've had is affecting me somehow. What's happening isn't possible. It's not human. I'm not even out of breath after running two miles. I stand outside the house for a moment, calming myself and thinking. Mum's car is here. I have to go in and somehow explain all this to her before my Dad does.
    I take a big gulp and go inside.
    “Oh, you're early..." She says in surprise. I catch her having a big G & T in the kitchen, listening to one of her Elvis Presley CDs. She seems a little guilty. Maybe this isn't the first one.
    “ Yeah. Ummm, Mum, there's been a problem, at the party.”
    “ Really? Your dad's okay, isn't he?”
    “ He's fine. It was me. I did something bad.” I turn off the CD player.
    “ What Candy? What did you do?” Her worried eyes search mine.
    “ Ed cut his finger badly and I sucked it and couldn't stop.”
    “ You did WHAT?”
    “ I learned in First Aid class that saliva can stop the flow of blood. And it started off like that, giving him first aid, I mean. But for some odd reason I couldn't let go. It was like my jaw locked onto him. My teeth were stuck in his finger. It was dreadful Mum. I can't tell you.”  This is my version of events and I'm sticking to it.
    “ NO... Where's your Dad? Let me speak to him.”
    “ He's still there.”
    “ But how did you get home?”
    “ I got a lift,” I lie.
    All I do is lie, lie, lie ... 
    She sighs heavily. “This is so odd Candy. And, how did you stop it, removing your teeth from his finger, I mean?”
    “ Some of the men had to pull me off him.”
    “ Christ!” She has her head in her hands in shame. I start to cry. So does she.
    “ I'm having extreme stress and anxiety issues Mum, I've been meaning to tell you about it, but I didn't know how. I'm seeing Dr Heinz on Wednesday. And my tutors know as well. I'm going to see the school counsellor about it too.”
    “ Oh Cand, really? I never realised. Is that the reason why you've gone off food and things? You've been acting so strange lately.”
    “ Yeah. It's just pressure at school and hormones, I'm sure of it. I'll get it sorted. Maybe I need some tablets or something for a while, to calm me down, y'know.”  She puts her arms around me but I can't do that anymore, the cuddling thing. I move away and sit on the stool sniffing.
    The phone rings and Mum answers it. It's obviously Dad. She walks off to have a private conversation, returning a minute or so later.
    “I told him you were here. He said you ran off and he couldn't find you anywhere around the club. He also said he is very worried about your behaviour. You seem to have bad anger issues and a strange eye affliction.”
    “ I told you. I got a lift from one of the parents. They were leaving when I went outside. And there's nothing the matter with my eyes. I don't know what he means.”
    “ He said they turned yellow and glowed.”
    God, what the hell is going on with my eyes?
    “It's just coloured contact lenses. I borrowed them from Kirsty at school. It was supposed to be fun, a Halloween joke. I'd just put them in before he