When Nikolai finally found the correct club, he didn’t even bother waiting in line to get inside. He stormed past the waiting teens and right inside the building. His eyes desperately washed over every single person in the place. When he couldn’t see her, he quickly ran to the restrooms. First were the female ones. He didn’t care that he was a guy and could possibly make all the girls and women inside uncomfortable. He just wanted to find his sister. 

Next were the male ones. She wasn’t there either. The last option he had was to check the gender-neutral ones. He grabbed the handle and the door flew open. His gaze immediately fell on the pair by the last sink in the row. A young guy with brown hair that covered his forehead, ears and partially even cheeks. It fell into his hollow-looking eyes. Then, Nikolai’s gaze fell on the unmoving body of a girl similar in age to the guy. The guy held her, trying to keep her body from falling to the ground. 

He recognized the face of the girl without missing a beat. “Sasha!” He cried out, running over to her. He ripped her body from the guy’s hands and crouched down on the floor, holding her in his lap. 

“Who are you? Who the fuck are you?!” Nikolai shouted up at the brunette guy. “And what the fuck did you do to her?!” His eyes were filled with tears now. He looked back down at Sasha, shaking her shoulders. 

It almost looked as if the brunette guy had just gotten out of a long-time trance. He flinched and his knees buckled. He fell on his butt right next to Nikolai, staring at the wall blankly. “I’m Markus,” he replied quietly. His voice suddenly sounded so small compared to how loud and confident he was before Nikolai showed up. “Sasha … She took some Heroin.”

Nikolai’s eyes widened and he immediately stood up, hauling Sasha up with him. “Hospital. Now.” 

Markus followed him out of the club and on the street, not saying a single word or letting out a singular sound.

“Do you have a car, you moron?” Nikolai barked, helpless. He was only fourteen but his variety of language was mature enough to communicate exactly what he wanted. Markus nodded and quickly led him to his car. 

“My dad’s car. Stole it,” he muttered as he got into the driver’s seat and started the car. Nikolai put Sasha in the back seat before sitting down in the passenger seat. He tilted his head to look at Markus. “Whatever… Did she take the drugs willingly? Or did you give it to her?” He barked, his voice harsh and without remorse.

Markus gulped and his fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly as he began driving through the living streets. Sasha’s brother ignored him when he didn’t answer and turned back to his sister, trying to determine what had happened to her. 

“I … I gave it to her,” Markus admitted after some time. “But she had some other stuff earlier too and that was all her doing, I swear,” he added quickly. Nikolai looked over at Markus, studying him intently. 

“You’re high and drunk too, aren’t you? You’re such a moron, giving hardcore drugs to my fucking sister!” He snapped again, his arms protectively wrapped around Sasha’s fragile body. Markus’s bottom lip slightly trembled as he opened his mouth to speak.

“I … I didn’t mean to … do that. I’m not even supposed to go out clubbing and drink alcohol without someone to look after me…” He admitted, his voice going quiet once again. Nikolai frowned and his gaze snapped back to the older boy. 

“I’m bipolar,” Markus said before Nikolai could even form the question in his head. The raven-haired boy let out a small, surprised huff but said nothing. 

“How is she?” The brunette spoke again, trying to steer the conversation in another direction. Nikolai cleared his throat and looked back at Sasha, feeling guilty for forgetting about her for a second. He leaned in close and put a hand on her chest, where her heart was. A frown immediately crossed his face which was quickly replaced with a terrified look. “Drive faster! Her heart isn’t beating!” He shouted desperately. His hands roamed over her body, trying to find another place to check her pulse. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, chin, and onto his leather jacket. He was completely and utterly lost.

He was so occupied by trying to find any signs of life in his sister that he couldn’t see the way Markus completely lost control of the steering wheel and the car swerved off the road. He was too caught up in trying to find a pulse that he didn’t notice as the car drove straight into a tree, causing the whole car to shake and break violently from the sudden unexpected pressure. 

Markus and Nikolai went flying through the windshield, hitting the edge of the road. Markus lay there lifeless. The fall itself must have broken his skull into a million pieces. But Nikolai fell onto his back. Despite the countless cuts from the glass, he was mostly alright. He slowly but surely stood up. He was disoriented and completely lost. He looked around in confusion, trying to remember what just happened when suddenly, the sound of an upcoming engine grew louder and louder. He didn’t see anything though. He looked around in confusion for a few seconds before he thought to turn around. Just as he tilted his head to look over his shoulder, a red Volvo hit him at an unimaginable speed, crushing his bones beneath the wheels. 

And just like that, he lay there lifeless the same way as Markus, a big pool of blood surrounding them and getting bigger and bigger.

Sasha stayed in the car. The crash did nothing more than cut her arms and torso with the broken glass in multiple places and made her body shake violently for a moment. 

She was already dead. There was no more damage to be done.

The sound of sirens came not so long after. But it was no use. What help is there to be done to two crushed bodies and one who was so full of all kinds of drugs, alcohol and pain that it couldn’t keep up anymore?

None.