"JEAN! JEAN, DARLING!"

Jean woke up, startled. He cursed when he noticed his mother and father in front of them, a sad look on their faces but also fearful, they were worried…for him.

He winced and sighed, rubbing his forehead, feeling the sweat from his face. After a minute thinking about the dream he said resigned "I was doing it again wasn't I? "

He looked down, rubbing his temples, trying to clear his head before he looked back at them and said irritated "Look! Like I've told you many times, I'm fine!"

"Darling, you've been screaming in your sleep ever since you got home" His mother replied worriedly.

Jean lied, looking away from them "Its not like I can remember what I was screaming about anyway"

"Jean-" His father said.

"I'M FINE! Stop babying me!" Jean snapped.

It felt like ever since he'd gotten back, they'd been all over him. How many sessions with the doctor would it take to make them relax?

All he wanted, all he needed was some piece and quite, didn't they get that?

He'd been surrounded by the battle.

Screams of agony.

Roars of Giants.

Now his parents prodding…

All he wanted was some silence.

Wasn't that….

Wasn't that so much to ask?

After everything he'd been through?

Just some silence?

"Now Jean, don't take that tone with us" His father scolded.

Jean said slowly, trying not to loose his temper "I just meant…I'm not a kid, I need you both to stop treating me like one"

His mother sighed and said carefully "We know darling but you still are growing up-"

Jean said grimly, eyes gazing further away, suddenly blazing with light "I've done my growing up"

How did they expect him to act like a normal teenager?

But…

They somehow did.

His parents seemed to expect after everything he'd come back home, help out the family, make friends with other teenagers his own age and go and hang out round there house. After everything would be back to normal.

Normal.

He hated that word.

It was a vile word.

Its not like he didn't try and make friends but everyone his parents expected him to make friends with were all wrong.

They were to snobbish, or to childish or to selfish.

He'd watch them sometimes, wondering really, had he been like that?

Had he been such a brat?

All those kids made his skin cruel and him sneer in disgust.

Jean also had to stop contacting or writing any letters to his actual friends. The doctor thinking it was best if he lost contact with his friends from the Titan war. Saying it would help with the nightmares.

It didn't.

Just made him feel all the more lonely.