fatherfig

"I guess so..."

"Yes..."

I look confused then use commonsense and put some in a bowl and pour milk on it, "Now what do you eat it with?"

"Me too.."

I sigh hugging her afraid of my own voice...

"I don't remember... I never remember my dreams just that they are bad."

"Grapes and vegetables and Thor once fed me wood.... It wasn't good.. I was around Eleven..", I eat a dry handful of cereal.

I hug back, though since my arms are around her waist not tightly enough to cause abrasion to the wound..

My eyes open slowly, "Hmmm?"

"What is cereal?" I had heard her talking about it last night, was it another type of chip? Or icecream?

"I love you too..." my voice catches in my throat these words are more true spoken to her than anyone I have ever applied them to...

He hits me again and I wince, visibly in my sleep. He hits me until I am I can no longer see I am unconscious.. And I wince several times ...

I allow myself to play with her hair knowing I seem like a lovesick schoolboy, and feeling like one too..

"Train?" I frown again stumped I only learned some of their funny words trading with father this was not one, "Train?" I say it again expecting an explanation and get ...

"A musical laugh like little bells.."