Trevor POV
This can't be happening. I'm not sure how the hell he made it look like it was snowing inside, but none of what they just said can be true. Maybe it's the drugs they gave me at the hospital still working their way out of my system? Maybe I'm still asleep and this is just a really peculiar dream my mind is concocting. I take my finger and thumb and pinch myself. F**k that hurt, and I'm still here being stared at like a scared animal. Clarice stands and rounds the table. She crouches down in front of me with sympathy clearly written on her face.
"Trevor," she starts to say, but I cut her off. "Enough, Clarice," I say harsher than I mean too. "That's it. You don't want to believe us. I'll show you," Nick says as he stalks toward the two of us. He mimics Clarice's position and wr
