Q scooted himself deeper into the smooth leather chair, not really [i]wanting[/i] to talk about what's still [i]haunting[/i] him whenever he closes his eyes for even a moment. The boy could feel himself already starting to get worked up - how could he [i]not [/i]be right now? He kept asking himself if he could [i]really [/i]even tell the truth. They wouldn't believe that he saw a stick-thin man with gross hand-fingers and a smile that was just [i]way [/i]too big and happy to be a real, genuine smile. He took off his gray beanie, toying with it in his hands, trying to figure out how he's going to say what needs to get said. 

[color=palegreen]"I-it was really late and I shoulda been asleep, but I-I woke up when, um.. I-I heard Mom and Dad.. Laughing but.. [i]Screaming[/i],"[/color] his voice wavered slightly as he tried to remember it as accurately as he could - he knew he could trust the police, his auntie had said it at least four times before the agent had taken him here. He let himself take a breath so he didn't get winded speaking, then continued, [color=palegreen]"It was a really weird noise that didn't sound normal.. I didn't wanna look and get in trouble cause they were, I dunno, uh.. T-t-tickle-,"[/color] Q shuddered, not wanting to even finish his sentence. That stupid word used to just be that - a word. It didn't mean anything, and it hasn't since a year ago. He was too old for... [i]that[/i]. But with everything that's happened, and the fact the [i]monster [/i] even exists..

[color=palegreen]"[i]Play-fighting[/i],"[/color] Q continued, adjusting his wording so he wouldn't have to say that [i]horrible [/i]word again. [color=palegreen]"But then it started to sound more serious and bad, so I got up to make sure everything was ok, a-and.. and then.. I.. The.. I-it wasn't a [i]man[/i] - it looked like a man but it wasn't a man.. A-and, he.. He was over m-my m-mom, a-and dad, a-and.."[/color] Q's voice was a squeak, and when he tried to continue, he couldn't keep himself from sobbing.