(When Clarisse tries to push her out of the doorway, she laughs, but it sounds more like a weird sob. She could, she's stronger. She could shove Abby whenever she wanted her to go, but Abby knows deep down that eventually she'll have to push back. Not even Clarisse can't keep her from going, even though the thought of leaving her behind is killing her.
She turns, and grabs Clarisse's arms.)
I know. (She understands the depth of Clarisse's fear, because she's scared too, and she's sad, and it's so terrible and fucking unfair. It swells in her throat again, chokes her for a moment in which she works for words, holds Clarisse tight, and struggles not to cry.) I know, okay, but I don't–
I haven't got time. He said it gets worse the longer you ignore it.
(A compulsion: his exact words. It will draw her away from all of this eventually.)
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She turns, and grabs Clarisse's arms.)
I know. (She understands the depth of Clarisse's fear, because she's scared too, and she's sad, and it's so terrible and fucking unfair. It swells in her throat again, chokes her for a moment in which she works for words, holds Clarisse tight, and struggles not to cry.) I know, okay, but I don't–
I haven't got time. He said it gets worse the longer you ignore it.
(A compulsion: his exact words. It will draw her away from all of this eventually.)