Dustin looked at her quizzically in confusion when she first started speaking again. What was she talking about. He looked around and didnâ€™t see anyone else that she could be talking to. This girl was really, really weird. He tensed when she touched him. When she grabbed his hand he turned stone statue still. He did not like touch. Touch had always equated to pain. He nervous about being touched. He didnâ€™t even know what a hug was. He had never received any hugs. â€œItâ€™s...not that simple Maistia. Itâ€™s not something you can just stop.â€ He whispered. â€œIt is part of who I am. It is how I cope. It is how I survive.â€ He shook his head. â€œYou donâ€™t understand and Iâ€™m certain you wonâ€™t ever.â€ He listened as she continued. A friend? What was a friend? He looked up at her in confusion. â€œI have never had a friend before. Iâ€™m not even sure what that is.â€ He said honestly. Protect him from anything and everything including himself? That was going to be a handful. He looked at her. â€œYou share a dorm room with me. Your door is right over there.â€ He pointed to the door that went to their connected bathroom. Each side had a door leading into the bathroom. â€œSo you arenâ€™t next door. We are dorm mates according to the dean.â€ He said in a soft voice. She must not have realized that fact.<br/><br/>Not alone anymore? He looked at her blankly as if this was a foreign concept. He wasnâ€™t alone anymore... He didnâ€™t have to be alone anymore... He was afraid to let her in his bubble though. Afraid of getting hurt. â€œI donâ€™t know...Iâ€™m afraid to let anyone in my bubble. Even someone as nice as you seem to be.â€ He said softly. He looked unsure and uneasy. Not to suffer anymore? She did not know the internal and emotional scarring he had. It would take time before he healed. Before he didnâ€™t suffer anymore. Before he no longer had nightmares about what happened. Thing is he didnâ€™t even remember a few weeks ago. He just knew his grandmother had him brought over here to be closer to her as soon as his parents were gone. He assumed they were dead. That is what they had told him. He didnâ€™t know. He looked at her. â€œI guess technically you are next door but we share the same connected dorm room.â€ He said again. He backed away from her. â€œSee you later Maistia.â€ He gently shut the door and laid down. Sleeping a few hours then woke up. Washing the cuts and rebandaged them. Unlocking his door before he began to play his guitar. Singing softly and became absorbed in the singing.<br/><br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lFNx4L5Iq2w"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/lFNx4L5Iq2w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object>