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“Tell us what happened on the night she died, Aaron.”

“We’d gone to a party. One of her friend’s goth parties.”

“What did her friends think of you, Aaron?”

“They loved me. Sure, I was still a freak, but I was a superfreak.” I chuckle at my own play on words. “It was the first time that I could be me and not have to hide my teeth. It was the first time that I had friends.”

“You were seventeen?”

“Yes.”

“And it was the first time you had friends?”

“Yes.”

The attorney nods sadly. “Go on, Aaron. What happened after the party?”

After a night of partying and drinking and smoking pot, Annie and I left together. We stopped at a Taco Bell, then headed over to a park to eat.

“You both were drinking and smoking marijuana that night?”

“Yes, everyone was.”

“What time did you arrive at the park?”

“Three, three-thirty in the morning.”

“Thank you, go on.”

“But we didn’t get much eating done. As soon as I stopped the car, Annie was all over me.”

“Had she smoked or ingested anything other than alcohol or marijuana?”

“Yes. Ecstasy.”

The attorney then reminds jurors of earlier evidence that verified Annie Hox had extremely high levels of MDMA, or ecstasy, in her blood system. “Go on, Aaron.”

Or, as one reporter will later put it: what little of her blood that remained.

I continue: “So we ditched the Taco Bell and moved into the back seat and started...” I shift in my seat. “You know, doing it.”

“Doing it? You mean having intercourse?”

“Yes.”

“What happened next, Aaron?”

Pervert...

“About halfway into it, Annie had an idea. She thought it would be hot if I sucked blood from her neck.”

“She asked you to drink blood from her neck?”