*Liam sat on the floor in the hall way. He was leaning his head back against the wall and his legs stretched out. He was feeling trapped and didn't know what to do about it. Flame was pregenet and she had told him it was his. That ment he had two kids with two different women. He felt dirty and sick. He didn't want to eat, he couldn't sleep, he could hardly look himself in the mirror. Liam closed his eyes and focused on the silence in the all. He started to drift into a light sleep*

Flame was walking down the hallway, obviously wrapped in her own thoughts, for she was not bullying everyone she passed as she normally would, and instead of the haughty look people were used to, she wore a closed, distracted, even concerned expression. She was watching what she was doing though, and wished she could talk to someone about her problems who she trusted, or who would understand.

It seemed she was in luck, as she walked down the corridor she saw Liam slumped against the wall. She smirked slightly and walked over to see him asleep. She sighed and leant on the wall next to him, tapping him on the shoulder.

*Liam opened his eyes and rubbed them a few times to wake himself up. He sighed and looked up to see Flame. Liam immediatly felt the dread and self loathing return.* Hey Flame....what's up?" *He asked wearily*