It's been a day now since the 'attack', should I call it that? I'm not very sure, but everything is so unorganized, and we haven't been able to return home yet. Mikey isn't settling very well, and neither is Lilith. Me, however, I can't find any reason to be unhappy. I can feel unhappiness deep in the pit of my stomach, but the sheer emotion that overtook it, I can not name it by mind.
It's like a deep pit of darkness, with a numb feeling crawling within my body; being unwillful to move.
I look up and around the room around me, my eyes heavy as I push my body up slowly. I don't recognise the place I'm in and I can feel a sensation of panic run across me before I feel his hand on my arm.
"What time is it?" I look down towards Mikey with a moment of silence before averting my eyes and concentrating on the clock, taking a moment to tell the time.
"It's, uhh, about 5.00AM, Mikey." He sits up, rubbing his eyes and taking a moment to yawn before stating the obvious, "I don't recognise this room-" He's cut off as we both look to the door being opened. I take a moment to stare at London as he walks through, his hair clearly a mess; I wouldn't be surprised if he scrapped with Lilith again. He smiles over at me, before giving one to Mikey, and I can't help but feel a hint of jealousy for a split second. What the hell?
"You're returning to your house today, they just had to. . . clean up." His smile turns evil and I freeze for a moment as I feel Mikey cling to me.
I sigh quietly, patting his head gently before speaking, "Can you not smile like that? You're scaring him half to death." I feel him try to grab for me to stay as I get up from the bed, stretching.
"Right. . ." He takes a second to stop smiling, letting out a small yawn, likely of boredom. "Get dressed, we're leaving in an hour." He moves out of the doorway, locking the door behind him and I freeze before running over to try and open it.