He wanted to say something. But all he could do is shake his head. He just wanted to lay down, cry, maybe sleep. He for once didnt care about eating. He kept his eyes away from Ryker watching the people around him, noticing the odd looks he was getting. It didnt help his mood.

All he could do was nod. He was barely keeping it together. He waited till he could sit on a bed before he let go. He looked to ryker and made a small squeak before looking down, letting Ryker lead him along staring at the ground.

"W-why would they stare at you?" he looked up finally saying something. His voice was barely there and cracked a little.

"I...know why they stare at me...not that i care anymore" he looked down sitting on one of the bed. He felt a tear roll down his cheek and he wiped it quickly shaking his head.

"No i dont care about the stares. thats...not why im...upset..." he sniffled. "Ive heard you talk about your curse...saw some of it too...but i...kinda have a curse myself. I told you about my hyperthyroidism. But theres also the fact of my...mother..." he wiped away tears grumbling.

He hated crying in front of people. he was trying to hide behind his clothes. He couldnt hold it anymore and he began to sob. He pulled a pillow to his face and just sobbed, hard.

He cried for a solid 15 minutes before he calmed down. His eyes red and puffy, he wiped the tears away with a sleeve. He sniffled and looked up.

He took a long slow breath before he spoke. "My mother...didnt want a son. So...i was raised to be a girl. clothes, makeup, accessories, the whole deal. She was strict and if i put up a fuss, i was llocked in my room with a few things to keep me from fainting." he sighed.

"She didnt act like she ever loved me. I was an object to be fawned over and shown off." he sniffled. "The outfits were stiff and stuffy. And they itched..."

"I ran away two years ago...im sure shes still looking for me" he sighed and rubbed her face now tired. He hadnt eaten all day and he felt a little faint. He had even gone pale.

He rubbed his eyes. "Im tired..." He lay down flipping the pillow over to be dry.

"Im sorry" he mumbled as he closed his eyes.

"Its your curse isnt it?" he looked at him. He stifled a yawn not feeling ready to eat. He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

He slept till sunset. as the setting suns rays hit his face he blinked away. He groaned and turned over opening his eyes. He felt sweaty and shakey.

"Ryker?" he sat up slowly looking around.

He blinked. Was all that for him? There was no way. but then...there were things that he liked there. Still...he didnt feel like eating. He took the soda instead and took a small drink. He still needed to stay alive. He didnt want to faint twice in two days.

He got up and sat by the window staring down at the street below taking small sips. He was silent. Eke wasnt usually a quiet person but he jsut didnt feel himself now.

He looked at him and smiled, though there was little joy in it. He looked to the hole in the mans chest and pointed.

"Is that the onyx thing?" he sounded tired, and still on the depressed side. He was a little mad at himself not able to get out of the slump he put himself into.

He looked down. "I..." he didnt know what to say.

"Im sorry...makes my life sound like a fairy tail" he sighed taking another drink. He felt stupid for complaining now. For crying. He had it easy.

He leaned his head on the windowsill and sighed.