FIFTY-FIVE
I watched the light from the frosted toilet window fade from orange to pink to darkness.
Jammed between tiled wall and toilet bowl in the dark, I heard sounds that might have been gunshots, but they were muffled – sounding far away. My heart raced with fear and a sort of thrill that I'd felt before, but I'd forgotten.
I realised that I wanted Nathan to be there with me – I didn't want to cringe in a corner like a frightened rabbit. All someone had to do was open the door and I was a sitting duck – they couldn't miss me. Nathan should have given me a weapon, not left me here alone, near helpless, confident I was so well hidden that they'd never find me. f*****g bastards. Leaving me in no state to fight. Hell, I wanted to fight, but I feared I hadn't recovered enough to be any
