Is that my loving uncle?

He can't be talking to me like that. I can't believe then that it's true everything that so-and-so message told me. I've lived deceived all this time and I've been with people so cruel to keep a secret like this.

They are celebrating the death of a human being!

"My brother saved my life, he can't have killed him like this!", I thought, with a lump in my throat.

I lower my gaze and bring it to my hands that are shaking, wet and cold. I feel my heart pounding and my pulse feels like I'm running a marathon. I close and open my hands several times to try to get the blood circulating, for some reason I see them very white and maybe the coldness in them is due to lack of good circulation.

Where are the others? I don't hear them and I don't see them either. What's wrong with my breathing? I'm running out of air and I'm having a hard time breathing.

Am I dying?

"Natasha!" I hear Nathan's voice in the distance.

Where is he? I must look miserable in his eyes.

Maybe he t