My heart raced, sweat dripped from my forehead and my face flushed at the memory of blood sliding down my throat. The act of drinking blood seemed so intimate, almost as if it was a dirty secret. I closed my eyes and let myself indulge in the memory. My lips still remained stained, proof of the sin I had so readily committed. The look on Dr Mancini’s face was comical. In any other situation I would have laughed but I was actually embarrassed. She excused herself and went on a hunt to find my parents. Something that didn't need her physically but I was grateful that she was doing it. I needed a moment alone to pull myself together and try to process what just happened. I rubbed my lips ferociously as a wave of panic washed over me. I was a monster. My heart raced and hands started to shake
