Amy let her gaze drift away from Priestly. It was easier to talk about unpleasant things that way, she'd found. It was a kind of strategy she'd developed since the nightmares came along. If she didn't lock eyes with a person it was easier to pass a lie as truth.
"It's just something that happened back home." She sighed. It wasn't a lie, really. She was having nightmares about something that had happened back home. The lie was in her passing it off as some casual event. It was much bigger than she'd suggested and it had permeated every fiber of her being. It was hard to find relief when she couldn't get it off of her mind even in her sleep.
Priestly was so nice. He'd treated her well even when she was just some seemingly crazy girl trying to tell him that he'd been pulled from reality into some strange, apocalyptic world. Amy wanted to tell him the truth. He seemed like someone who would really listen, even more so now that he realized that weird things could very well exist. Still, she had a nagging fear in her that wouldn't let up. It was the same fear that kept her from talking to Peter or Charley about the nightmares. She was afraid that if she told people she dreamt about still being a vampire they would see her as sick or a monster. Amy was trying so hard to get over that one night. She wanted so desperately to feel normal again.