I was asleep on the floor in Jack's room when I heard screaming. I shot up off the floor and saw Jack thrashing around in bed with his mouth open in a scream.
"Jack! Wake up!" I screamed. I didn't want to touch him and make everything worse. Over the course of a month that Jack's been back, he's made some progress.
He can sit close to me now and he somewhat answers questions. He lets me stay in his room at night. I think he feels protected when I do that, but I don't know.
He keeps screaming, so I finally touch him, shaking him awake. His eyes shot open and he starts sobbing instead of screaming. He grabs my hands in his, gripping them in his.
"Jack, I'm right here." I told him. He pulled me down next to him and wrapped his arms around me. He started sobbing into my chest and it shocke
