+3 are here for the real you.
No. He sat, knees hugged tight to his chest, quivering uncontrollably. No. He didn't want to get up -- he couldn't get up. No. There were people here. He couldn't speak, he didn't want to speak. Do it. He raised his eye-line, as they flickered from open to closed, a hand flitting to his brow, half-concealing his view. He cleared his throat. Almost there. "I --..." He murmured, his throat closing up slightly. "I'm J-Jonathon... S-Smith... Please don't... You can... Please leave..."















