She slipped away from him, because she couldn't stand to be that close if he rejected her, and she wrapped her arms around herself, the shirt too loose on her body and baring collarbones that were too visible and too sharp. "You ain't listening. I see them everywhere. All the time. Everything. It ain't normal, and it ain't right, and..." she trailed off, because how did you even explain that to someone. "Some of 'em scream, and I can't hear 'em, and if they do it loud enough, my ears take to bleeding. I think I'm gonna go crazy with it most days, and it takes more and more pills to keep 'em hush."
A pause.
"If you don't want to deal with dead things in your bed."