He had fought in the beginning, sneered in their faces, said ‘do your worst’, but he couldn’t go on like that forever.
“Nathan!” the real Sasha said firmly, hands on Nathan’s shoulders, eyes serious but pained as he shook him. “Nathan, it’s justme.”
Blinking out of that unfair vision, anchored by Sasha’s voice, Nathan saw that he had indeed backed himself against the wall, huddled low in the corner of the bathroom. But Sasha wasn’t looming, wasn’t promising brutality and horrors that went so much deeper than skin. Sasha was there to help, wanting and needing to help him.
“Nathan, come on…” Sasha begged, tears soaking his words. “Tell me you’re still with me.”
“I-I’m…here. S-Sorry. Sorry,” he said again, making his voice sound stronger for Sasha even though he was shaking again. “It’s just…hard to…” He didn’t know what to say.
Live. It was hard tolive