Prologue
Niall
October, 2007
ICAN'T BREATHE.
No, really, I can’t breathe.
“Nialler... hey, hey mate, you’re gonna begrand. Ya hear me?”
It’s happening again.
“What’s wrong with him? What happened? Where have you guys been?”
I’m just like him. The worst of him.
“Shh, quiet or you’ll wake Claire. He doesn’t want her to see him like this. Get his legs.”
Scaring her like him.
“Okay, okay. Jesus, JJ, are you even lifting?”
Smelling like him.
“Oh,excuse meMiss Americana. Sorry I’m not the fucking Incredible Hulk. My bad, my bad. Let me leave and go bulk up and come back when my strength is at your standards.”
I’m gonna end up just like him.
“Okay, just like that— turn, turn. The steps are right here.”
I don't mean the good parts—I don't mean getting better
“I’m familiar with the house, Mollsie. Question is; why’re you so familiar with the layout? Hmm?”
I’m gonna end up in the water
“Pardon?”
Deep in the water.
“Are ya neckin’ my captain, yank?”
They won’t save you like they saved Claire when she was little. They’ll watch you go under the way those people watching da did.
“Am I what? I don’t even know what that—”
Ow.
“Oh, good job Molly.”
I hit my head.
“Me?”
Or they hit my head I guess.
...where’s the sound...?
