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Nathan dreams about his first few weeks at Mistra. The nightmare referred to in this post.



My room... no, my cell...

Because it was a prison. The doors didn't open, so that was how he knew.

"Megan?" His voice was lighter than it should be, the cracked, hushed voice of the fourteen year old boy he'd been, as he leaned close to the vent, listening desperately for some sound from the cell next to his. "Meggie?" he pleaded, his voice breaking further.

Nothing. He rubbed frantically at his eyes as they blurred, telling himself he wasn't going to cry. They would be watching, and he had learned by now not to give them the satisfaction.

"Meggie?"

A sound almost like a sigh, so soft he could barely hear it.

"Nate?"

"Meggie!" She'd answered him. She was still there. Scrubbing at his eyes again with a shaking hand, he leaned even closer to the vent. "Are you okay?" he whispered.

A long, long silence. Then something close to a sob. "It hurts, Nate..."

"What did they do?"

"Went in my head... took it all away..."

"Took what?" Scared, he was scared again and he wasn't supposed to be, because that was being weak and they would see that.

"There's nothing there anymore..." There was a choking sound. Meggie crying. "They took it all away and there's nothing there..."

"Meggie, don't cry?" he begged her, tears spilling down his cheeks. He could feel her in his head, but she was all strange and hollow.

She didn't answer this time. He heard a new sound. Metal scraping across the floor? "Meggie, what are you doing?" he whispered. "Meggie?"

"I'm not here anymore, Nate..."

"Meggie...?" But then she was breaking in his head, going all to pieces, and he screamed, throwing himself against the wall as if he could melt through it somehow. "MEGAN!" He lurched to his feet, wavering, staring up in desperation at the camera in the corner. "Help her!" he cried out. "Please, help her... PLEASE!"

But even as he pleaded with the people watching, he knew it was too late.

She wasn't there anymore.

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