“And do you remember Mia?” he utters and I stop, frozen to the spot.
I spin to face him. My stomach pulls at the memory of Mia, of my burning blistering arm, and I’m petrified to hear what more he will say about Mia.
“What do you mean?” I croak. I need him to say the words. He needs to vocalise them. I don’t trust my mind any more.
“Do you remember Mia starting the fire in the science class and trapping you in? She was trying to kill you”, he cautiously starts.
“And do you remember me?” He takes a step closer. I’m watching him, afraid to speak and desperately wanting him to shut up. It’s never good for me when I’m reminded of my past, of things that I’ve done, of things done to me.
He takes another step towards me.
“I’ve saved you”. He is now next to me. I crane my head up, our gazes
