[She swallows. She will not cry. She's cried enough. It's not her time right now. Alana - Alana's all alone, or thinks she is, and everything is a lie, and Abigail can't cry in front of her. Her eyes are wet but she's not going to cry, she swears, God, if she can just keep calm - she can.]
[She swallows again. Shakes her head.]
No, it wasn't Nick Boyle who - it wasn't. It was him. He did it. I needed help, and he -
[She pulls her hair over her shoulder instinctively, to cover up the scar, running her hands through it and through it until it doesn't even feel like a real texture anymore.]
He said no one would believe me. [She hadn't known what was happening. Everything was - red. Under her nails. In her hair. There was some on her cheek that she almost forgot to wash off because she thought it was a freckle. But she never threw up like they said you did in movies because she gutted him, she meant to do it, it was him or her, it was self-defense, but it wasn't.]
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[She swallows. She will not cry. She's cried enough. It's not her time right now. Alana - Alana's all alone, or thinks she is, and everything is a lie, and Abigail can't cry in front of her. Her eyes are wet but she's not going to cry, she swears, God, if she can just keep calm - she can.]
[She swallows again. Shakes her head.]
No, it wasn't Nick Boyle who - it wasn't. It was him. He did it. I needed help, and he -
[She pulls her hair over her shoulder instinctively, to cover up the scar, running her hands through it and through it until it doesn't even feel like a real texture anymore.]
He said no one would believe me. [She hadn't known what was happening. Everything was - red. Under her nails. In her hair. There was some on her cheek that she almost forgot to wash off because she thought it was a freckle. But she never threw up like they said you did in movies because she gutted him, she meant to do it, it was him or her, it was self-defense, but it wasn't.]
[It wasn't.]
[It was Hannibal.]
[She doesn't say I'm sorry.]