He looked at her for only a few more seconds before he got up, shaking the bed a little. He moved quietly over to the window and leaned against it, placing his head against the clear crystal window and his hands along the wall on either side of it.

He was lost.

Poison's eyelids suddenly fluttered open and she slowly sat up, blinking at the images coming into focus.

His left hand moved away from the wall and it balled into a fist, slamming softly against the window. He almost choked on his own thoughts. What was he going to do. He felt himself start to shake.

"Adrian?" Poison whispered softly.

His fist rolled up over tighter and his head slid farther down the window. He felt his body shake again, and this time, he couldn't stop. He tried not to acknowledge her, maybe she would just go back to sleep.

She instanly started worrying and whimpered in pain.

"Stop..." he said. It was so soft he could barley hear it himself. He didn't move.

"Is it me? I don't want to make you sad..."

"Just...go to sleep...it's nothing."

He clenched his fist tighter, and felt a several tears stream out of his eyes.

Poison closed her eyes, and did sleep, but this time she was filled with nightmares.

She was alone in a dark place. No, not alone... Adrian was there. But something was wrong... Poison realized something was binding her and struggled, but couldn't get free. Her voice wouldn't come, and he just laughed and lifted something shiny. Poison screamed.

He heard her scream. She was having a nightmare, and he shook her wake. Her eyes shot open and she shyed away from him.

"What happened?" She looked bewildered.

"I don't wanna talk about it..."

Poison rolled over on her side, facing away from him.

He sat down on the bed again, this time, one leg on the bed, one leg off. If she didnt want to talk about it, then so be it, but he would watch her until she did.

Poison shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "What?"

"I don't like secrets...the last person who lied to me...shattered me...and I only just got fixed..."