Jillian was currently sitting on her and Reala's bed in there room in not really what she usually wear.

She felt like she didn't want anyone to see her today. Dark thoughts of remembering her little brother's death and her bullies words saying it was her fault for being born that he died. Tears glossed her gold eyes that were now completely gold like Foxy's from Five Night At Freddy's. She tried to hold in a sob but failed doing so and broke down into never ending sobs. She thought everyone here felt pity for her so they were being nice to her, and Reala as well even not even loving her ran through her head as a harsh voice she called NightShade said through her head as she couldn't ignore her. Jillian stopped sobbing only to relive her sorrow, she walked to her bag and grabbed a box of matches from it and sat back down on the bed pulling a match from the box and closing back. She lit the match seeing the red and yellow flame dance on the small stick, she lifted up her sleeve with her free hand and held the match to a certain spot not even wincing as it burning her like she could never feel pain anymore. Reala got worried of Jillian not coming out all day so he came in to see her burning herself making his eyes widen "JILLIAN!" He yelled making her jump and the match blow out.

Jillian looked up with a nervous look on her strange pale face that was red a bit from crying "H-hey R-Reala." She said in between sniffles afraid he be disappointed in her for hurting herself "W-what's g-good?" She said. Reala shook his head and flew to her sitting next to her and pulled her into his lap making her not even blush. "Why the hell were you burning yourself?" He asked her, she kept looking down embarrassed "I-is it my fault that my little brother is dead?......" She asked him sadly, Reala's eyes widened at what she said "What. No who told you tha-" Reala said before he figured out who told her that. He sighed wrapping his arms around her waist holding her close to his chest "Looks like I have to give a few humans nightmares..." He said darkly which didn't affect Jillian at all. He turned her facing twords him and lifted her chin up making her look up at his crystal blue eyes with her gold ones "Don't think what they said be true to you. I know it wasn't your fault he's dead but your sorry excuse of a 'mothers'." He told her wiping her rouge tears away with his thumbs careful not to scratch her face with his claw like nails. Jillian smiled a bit at his words making her tune out one of the voices in her head NightShade. "Thanks Reala..... I really needed that." She said still smiling a bit. Reala cradled her face in his gloved hands close to his face "Anything to see my girl happy again." He said then captured her lips in a gentle kiss which she kissed back running her hands across his chest making him smirk a bit in the kiss.

'I guess there is people who care about me.' Jillian thought to herself.