Swallowing back the fear that was swelling up inside, stomach turning and twisting at the girls voice-- it was so caring. Something he wasn't use to, [i]this is just a bad dream. Wake up, Bug. WAKE UP![/i] his tongue is like lead in his mouth. He opens it to speak feeling sick for a moment, but not a single sound comes out. He can’t say a word. He can barely even move, suddenly, a spike of realization of what she wants from him Bug feels his insides knot up as he chokes out, "Bug..." But the words come out strangled, his throat tightens up making it hard to breath.

     Wishing she would just go away, wishing he never opened his mouth. It was better without her finding out about him. It was better for everyone...  The urge to smash the back of his head into the wall seems more pleasing right now, at least then he wouldn't have to be here anymore. A few minutes pass by with them just sitting across from each other, Bug is afraid to move-- but slowly he moves from the shadows into the dim light of the kitchen.