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And the world seems brighter than it should be. Hot and cold at the same time. Everything becomes too much.
I’m slipping…
“That’s it,” he huffs hotly in my ear, breaths choppy. “Let it the fuck out.”
My face bunches, neck straining. Teeth mashing as more guttural sounds rip up my throat, tearing me apart.
“Scream, Sky!”
And I explode.
He releases me, giving me a wide berth.
My throat burns, jaw aching with how loud, and forceful it tears out of me. Bouncing off the walls until it’s a pulsing, resounding cacophony of sound, not unlike the crackling war of lightning and thunder.
I’m vaguely aware of Nolan’s heavy steps fading, but he doesn’t leave.
Head thrown back, hands fisted at my sides, I stop thinking—stop worrying—and I just…give in.
For the first time since I was a kid and didn’t know better, I don’ttryto get myself under control. I don’t hold back. I just do what Nolan said and let it all out in a fury of ragged, searing screams.
Gone is rational thought. Gone is worry that someone will hear me and come to investigate.
Gone is everything but this.
I scream and I scream and I scream until I’m gasping, stumbling back, falling on my ass, curled up, face buried in my knees. Next to me, I feel around, seeking…
There. A rock.
I chuck it across the cave.
Then I find more, scraping up anything I can find—sand, dirt, rocks, weeds— throwing it as hard as I can.
Again.
Again.
And again.
Until my arms hurt. My hands ache.
And then Nolan’s there, gripping my wrists, kneeling in front of me. “Easy,” he says.
Seething through my teeth, I glare at a spot on his chest.
“It’s okay.”
But it’s not.
I yank my wrists free and fist my hands, covering my ears. Pressing, pressing, until there’s a loud whooshing, and nothing else.
I’m vaguely aware of Nolan sitting back, pulling his knees up, mirroring me.
I hunch down deeper into myself, curling and flexing my toes in my sneakers to keep myself from rocking.
This is so fucking embarrassing. He just wanted us to scream and let loose, and I can’t even do that right.
After a long, indeterminable amount of time—could be minutes, could be an hour—a denim-clad leg hooks around my ankles, tugging my knees away from my chest.
