Breathe

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Nina's P.O.V

"We can't just sit here and let ourselves die" I mumble annoyed when Wyatt hasn't said anything in 10 minutes

"What did they do to you" He clears his throat

I shutter at the traumatic experience "Everything"

"You have blood all over you"

"So do you"

"We're dying Nina"

"I know" I say the harsh realization

"I wonder how much longer we'll last" He remains motionless

I give up on sugar coating our situation; the truth is we aren't making it out anytime soon.

"I thought" I start pausing when pain radiates through my throat "I thought I'd make more with my life by now, you know?"

"You're only 18" Wyatt smiles with his eyes closed

"I know, but I was going to school and then I met Harry, I dropped out"

"To be with him?"

"No, I dropped out cause I was too busy, but I also did it cause I was scared" I look down at my fingers without looking

"Would you go back?" He asks

"Without a doubt, if we make it out of here there's allot of things I want to do" I stutter, my speech is getting worse. I start to shiver "It's" "It's cold"

"It'll be over soon"

Wyatt's lost all hope and I don't blame him, I've almost lost all my faith too, but I know that Harry is looking for me, and he's going to save us.

"I miss my kids" Wyatt whispers

"You'll see them again, I promise"

"No I wont" a ghostly frown sweeps its way across his face, and then plants it's way onto mine.

I look down at my stab wound it's becoming infected. I try to splash the salt water onto it and it stings instantly, I muffle a scream Wyatt's eyes pop open.

"Don't touch it Nina, you should've never ripped your shirt apart for me, you should've kept it covered" He says sternly I laugh, which feels like shards of glass are cutting through my esophagus, I start to cough and I notice the small red specks appearing through my cough.

"You're getting worse" Wyatt whispers scared

"I'll be fine" I lie

"Nina you're throwing up blood" He sounds worried, I can't blame him, I've been getting all the beatings since Wyatt already signed the document.

"Next time they take me in for torturing I might just drop dead" I try to make a joke but the look on Wyatt's face says my joke wasn't the slightest bit funny.

"On the bright side I've lost like 15 pounds" I kid again Wyatt still doesn't look amused.

"None of this is a joke, you look deadly skinny, you aren't going to make it much longer we need to get out of here" Wyatt's eyes water up and my face softens

"I'll" I pause as pain vibrates through me, I take a deep breath as the room starts spinning

"I'll be okay," I say with closed eyes, talking makes my body hurt but if I don't talk Wyatt will think I'm for sure dying.

"My birthday is next week" I smile slightly as the thought passes through my head, Harry would've surprised me by flying in and spending the day and night with me, he'd have something planned and then we'd have amazing sex.